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There beyond my window ledge, / Heaped against the sky a hedge / Of huge and wavering treetops stands / With multitudes of fluttering hands.
Wave they, beat they to and fro, / Never stillness may they know, / Plunged by the wind and hurled and torn / Anguished, purposeless, forlorn.
"O ferocious, O despairing, / In huddled isolation faring / Through a scattered universe, / Lost coins from the Almighty's purse!"
"No, below you do not see / The firm foundations of the tree; / Anchored to a rock beneath / We laugh in the hammering tempest's teeth."
"Boughs like men but burgeons are / On an adamantine star; / Men are myriad blossoms on / A staunch and cosmic skeleton. "