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The earth goes arcing swift around,Whirled like David’s sling,That once swung ’round a few times,Hurled a smooth stone, chosen stone.Home to its mark, the giant’s head, the polished stone flew. …
Lighthow oft forsaken!Summer’s blazing heatinvigoratesbut the frailty of my human condition,the slightness of my covering,leads me to crave shade,a cool respite from the intense heatof bright light
Timothy Dwight