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TERILE these stones By time in ruin laid. Yet many a creeping thing Its haven has made In these least crannies, were falls Dark's dew, and noonday shade. The claw of the tender bird Finds lodgment here; Dye-winged butterflies poise; Emmet and beetle steer Their busy course; the bee Drones, laden, near. Their myriad-mirrored eyes Great day reflect. By their exquisite farings Is this granite specked; Is trodden to infinite dust; By gnawing lichens decked.