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Mere withered stalks & fading trees & pastures spread with hills & rushes Are all my fading vision sees Gone gone are raptures flooding gushes When mushrooms they were fairy bowers Their marble pillars overswelling & Danger paused to pluck the flowers That in their swarthy rings were dwelling Yes Poesy is on the wane Nor joy nor fear is mine again #poetry #environment #honesty Comments welcome below