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Incongruous today, local circumstance--
Intuition-slid and reason shown back
Unpatterned, self-broken.
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In the arboretum the rooks looked but coldly upon me
Amid the indexed green;
"Pretender," they said, "shadow."
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Next dawn will the horizon straight,
And the eaves pitch obedient,
In despite of the eye and through it, both.