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 Naught's to be done

By birds or men.

Still the may falls.

THE CLOUDS THAT ARE SO LIGHT

SOME EYES CONDEMN

eyes condemn the earth they gaze upon:

Some wait patiently till they know far more

Than earth can tell them: some laugh at the whole

As folly of another's making: one 36