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If tired of trees I seek again mankind, / Well I know where to hie me-in the dawn, / To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
There amid lolling juniper reclined, / Myself unseen, I see in white defined / Far off the homes of men, and farther still, / The graves of men on an opposing hill, / Living or dead, whichever are to mind.
And if by moon I have too much of these, / I have but to turn on my arm, and lo, / The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow, / My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze, / I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant, / I look into the crater of the ant.