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 Burgh-steads bursten, Giants' work tumbleth. Roofs are wrenched. Towers totter. Bereft of rune-gates. Smoke is on the plaster, Scarred the shower-burghs, Shorn and shattered, By eld under-eaten. Earth's grip haveth Wealders and workmen." [ 87 ]