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In this squalid, dirty dooryard / Where the chickens squawk and run,
White, incredible, the pear tree / Stands apart, and takes the sun;
Mindful of the eyes upon it, / Vain of its new holiness,-
Like the waste-man's little daughter / In her First Communion dress.