'' Hearing of harvest....''
Hearing of harvest rotting in the valley,
seeing at end of street the barren mountains,
round corners coming suddenly on water,
knowing them shipwrecked who were lauched for island,
we honour founders of these starving cities,
whose honor is the image of our sorrow.
which cannot see its likeness in ther sorrow,
that brought them desperate to the brink of valleys,
dreaming of evening walks through learned cities,
they reined their violent horses on the mountains,
those fields like ships to castaway on island,
vision of green to them that craved for water...
author : Auden
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