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WORKS OF FIRE

When I rise in the cold morning
Here in the shadow of the mountain,
And the earth is still
As the vegetables respire,
My sorties over the crater

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Do not wake the cool rock.
If in that sleep we dream
And machines, feeling the edge
Swim off into the air,
Look on, look on,
And then to work.