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Upstairs among my books
I heard a noise of rooks
Returning to the woods
Loud was that legion wheeling;
And queer my inward feeling—
‘These windows are revealing
My chattels and my goods.’
Possession thus we claim
Of natural sights and sounds,
Who purchase earth with pounds
And take it all for granted.
We nothings use a name,
Nor ask whence acorns came
Before the oak was planted.
I heard a noise of rooks
Returning to the woods
Loud was that legion wheeling;
And queer my inward feeling—
‘These windows are revealing
My chattels and my goods.’
Possession thus we claim
Of natural sights and sounds,
Who purchase earth with pounds
And take it all for granted.
We nothings use a name,
Nor ask whence acorns came
Before the oak was planted.
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