The world was a harmony, God
Fixed in the aether
Mystic reverberations
Of crystal; fall, force
Where all the centers
Meet; the earth, and questions
Like elliptical evasions, the whole
Universe was dancing around
An answer. Glum:
Then they came with their tubes,
Protractors and contractors,
Their pressures and their chambers,
Looking for a measure, with every measure
Lost.
The arc of a risen and falling life became both sign
And co-sign of their verity, the very foundation
Of stable nations, a paradise of 'cumbers,
Light, abundant wild rice.
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