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Spades take up leaves / No better than spoons, / And bags full of leaves / Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise / Of rustling all day / Like rabbit and deer / Running away.
But the mountains I raise / Elude my embrace, / Flowing over my arms / And into my face.
I may load and unload / Again and again / Till I fill the whole shed, / And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight; / And since they grew duller / From contact with earth, / Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop, / And who's to say where / The harvest shall stop?