20行稿：It sifts from Leaden Sieves - / It powders all the Wood / It fills with Alabaster Wool / The Wrinkles of the Road - / / It makes an Even Face / Of Mountain, and of Plain - / Unbroken Forehead from the East / Unto the East again - / / It reaches to the Fence - / It wraps it Rail by Rail / Till it is lost in Fleeces - / It deals Celestial Vail
To Stump, and Stack - and Stem - / A Summer's empty Room - / Acres of Joints, where Harvests were / Recordless, but for them- / / It Ruffles Wrists of Posts / As Ankles of a Queen - / Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts - / Denying they have been –
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