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Once there was a fence here,
And the grass came and tried—
Leaning from the pasture—
To get inside.
But colt feet trampled it,
Turning it brown;
Until the farmer moved
And the fence fell down;
Then any bird saw,
Under the wire,
Grass nibbling inward
Like green fire.
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In the middle of the wood it starts,
Then over the wall and the meadow
And into our ears all day. But it departs—
Sometimes—like a shadow.
There is an instant when it grows
Too weak to climb a solid fence,
And creeps to find a crack. But the wind blows,
Scattering it hence
Rain last night has left the field
Bare as though a goblin kept it;
Inch by inch the fellow kneeled
And picked it clean; and his wife swept it.
Tomorrow morning when I pass
A million particles will shine,
As if the sky had been of glass
And had fallen, shattered fine.
Suddenly, across the road,
A river of strange waters flowed,
And my old friend I ran to see
Stood and only waved at me,
I cried aloud the things we did
So long ago—and the stream slid
More quietly a little while.
I saw him nod and faintly smile,