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Amy Lowell - The Matrix
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Goaded and harassed in the factory 
 That tears our life up into bits of days 
 Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, 
Shredding our portion of Eternity, 
We break away at last, and steal the key 
 Which hides a world empty of hours; ways 
 Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays 
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy. 
 Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun, 
 Scorching against the blue flame of the sky. 
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine 
 Within a granite basin, under one 
 The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I 
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
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