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MONADNOCK THROUGH THE TREES
Before there was in Egypt any soundOf those who reared a more prodigious meansFor the self-heavy sleep of kings and queensThan hitherto had mocked the most renowned,—Unvisioned here and waiting to be found,Alone, amid remote and older scenes,You loomed above ancestral evergreensBefore there were the first of us around.
And when the last of us, if we know how,See farther from ourselves than we do now,Assured with other sight than heretoforeThat we have done our mortal best and worst,—Your calm will be the same as when the firstAssyrians went howling south to war.
The OutlookEdwin Arlington Robinson


CALIFORNIA DISSONANCE
There is a peewee bird that cries"La, sol, me,"La, sol, me."He is the only thing that sighsBeside the western sea.
The blue jays chatter "Tcha! Tcha! Tcha!"And cheer for California.The real estate men chortle "Whee!"And toot the loud calliope.The sky is blue, the land is glad—The peewee bird alone is sadAnd sings in minor key

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