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Reed, / slashed and torn, / but doubly rich -- / such great heads as yours / drift upon temple-steps, / but you are shattered / in the wind.
Myrtle-bark / is flecked from you, / scales are dashed / from your stem, / sand cuts your petal, / furrows it with hard edge, / like flint / on a bright stone.
Yet though the whole wind / slash at your bark, / you are lifted up, / aye -- though it hiss / to cover you with froth.