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The battle
rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside
a ground bird's nest
Before it stained a single human
breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
And still the bird revisited her young.
A butterfly
its fall had dispossessed
A moment sought in air his
flower of rest,
Then lightly stooped to it and
fluttering clung.
On the bare upland pasture there
had spread
O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of
thread
And straining cables wet with silver dew.
A
sudden passing bullet shook it dry.
The indwelling
spider ran to greet the fly,
But finding nothing,
sullenly withdrew.
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