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THE wind blew words along the skies, / And these it blew to me / Through the wide dusk: "Lift up your eyes, / Behold this troubled tree, / Complaining as it sways and plies; / It is a limb of thee.
"Yea, too, the creatures sheltering round- / Dumb figures, wild and tame, / Yea, too, thy fellows who abound- / Either of speech the same / Or far and strange-black, dwarfed, and browned, / They are stuff of thy own frame."
I moved on in a surging awe / Of inarticulateness / At the pathetic Me I saw / In all his huge distress, / Making self-slaughter of the law / To kill, break, or suppress.