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Arthur Symons - Towns
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I have come back from the wide sea, 
To breathe the narrow dust again, 
In cities, where men cumber men. 
Why is it that I dare not be 
Alone with Nature? Coming near 
The light and peace of her austere 
Regard, I am filled with shameful fear. 

What is this thing the towns have made, 
Into their likeness made anew, 
Until we know not star or dew? 
We are afraid of light, afraid 
Of windy space, and naked skies, 
And all in heaven and earth that lies 
Beyond this prison of our eyes.
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