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The Garden Of Metrodorus By Herman Melville  |
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 The Athenians mark the moss-grown gateAnd hedge untrimmed that hides the haven green:And who keeps here his quiet state?And shares he sad or happy fateWhere never footpath to the gate is seen? Here none come forth, here none go in,Here silence strange, and dumb seclusion dwell:Content from loneness who may win?And is this stillness peace or sinWhich noteless thus apart can keep its dell? | |||||||||||||
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