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I dreamed that I was dead. The years went by: / The world forgot that such a man as I / Had ever lived and written: other names / Were hailed with homage, in their turn to die.
Out of my grave a giant beech upgrew.
Its roots transpierced my body, through and through, / My substance fed its growth. From many lands / Men came in troops that giant tree to view.
'T was sacred to my memory and fame -- / My monument. But Allen Forman came, / Filled with the fervor of a new untruth, / And carved upon the trunk his odious name!