“Why do you batter down the walls of my house?” I shouted to one as I Stood on the top of my roof. He Stopped his battering and said with an air of reproof; “I always hated you because you Stand aloof, And because you sit drinking wine in the shadow of the boughs.” At that there arose a clamour of the crows And all the air was darkened with their wings, I lifted the wine to my lips in a heavenly drowse. And then I cast off all thought of material things. So he that hated the clamour of the crows Stopped, slept, and left off battering at my house.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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