“
Far deeper in gross wood
Than axe could cut.
Battle however I would
To break through that patchwork
Of leaves' bicker and whisk in babel tongues,
Streak and mottle of tawn bark.
Now, snared by this miraculous art, I ride earth's burning carrousel
Day in, day out.
“
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