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They make me think of battlefields I saw / Where butterflies with wings of sulphurous gold / Crawled on gray faces death had made obscene / That stared with stolid dolls' eyes from the mold.
They make me think of pools of wimpled slime, / Where lizards bask upon the quaking crust, / And crumbling walls where hairy spiders weave / And snakes lie coupling in the summer dust.