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An afternoon given without stint
To reliving in rawest detail
Of mute mutual kinship
The savage damage dealt
A beloved nearby woodland

(Never so pretentious as to have
Had itself proclaimed forest)

Wild winds have been by here
Nobbut youthful vandals
Gone in a flash and yet
Demanding for themselves
The coveted title of tempest

Uncounted trees lie horizontal now
Their naked roots groping vainly
Through this now empty stillness
Their bold majesty dethroned untimely

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