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4.10.6: “Hamatreya”

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    (1846)

    Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
    Possessed the land which rendered to their toil
    Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool and wood.
    Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,
    Saying, “T is mine, my children’s and my name’s.
    How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees!
    How graceful climb those shadows on my hill!
    I fancy these pure waters and the flags
    Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize;
    And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.’
    Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds:
    And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.
    Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys
    Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
    Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
    Clear of the grave.

    They added ridge to valley, brook to pond,
    And sighed for all that bounded their domain;
    ‘This suits me for a pasture; that’s my park;
    We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge,
    And misty lowland, where to go for peat.
    The land is well,—lies fairly to the south.
    ‘T is good, when you have crossed the sea and back,
    To find the sitfast acres where you left them.’
    Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds
    Him to his land, a lump of mould the more.
    Hear what the Earth says:—


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