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SHE sits on the recreation ground / Under an oak whose yellow buds dot the pale blue sky. / The young grass twinkles in the wind, and the sound / Of the wind in the knotted buds in a canopy.
So sitting under the knotted canopy / Of the wind, she is lifted and carried away as in a balloon / Across the insensible void, till she stoops to see / The sandy desert beneath her, the dreary platoon.
She knows the waste all dry beneath her, in one place / Stirring with earth-coloured life, ever turning and stirring. / But never the motion has a human face / Nor sound, save intermittent machinery whirring.
And so again, on the recreation ground / She alights a stranger, wondering, unused to the scene; / Suffering at sight of the children playing around, / Hurt at the chalk-coloured tulips, and the evening-green.