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My window looks upon a wood	A
That stands as tangled as it stood	A
When God was centuries too young	B
To care how right he worked or wrong	C
His patterns in obedient trees	D
Unprofited by the centuries	D
He still plants on as crazily	E
As in his drivelling infancy	E
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Poor little elms beneath the oak	F
They thrash their arms around and poke	F
At tyrant throats and try to stand	G
Straight up like owners of the land	G
For they expect the vainest things	H
And even the boniest have their flings	H
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Hickory shoots unnumbered rise	I
Sallow and wasting themselves in sighs	I
Children begot at a criminal rate	J
In the sight of a God that is profligate	J
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The oak trees tower over all	K
They seem to rise above the brawl	K
They seem but just observe the hoax	L
They are obscured by other oaks	L
They laugh the weaklings out of mind	M
And fight forever with their kind	M
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For oaks are spindling too and bent	N
And only strong by accident	O
And if there is a single tree	E
Of half the size it ought to be	E
It need not give him thanks for that	P
He did not plan its habitat	P
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When tree tops go to pushing so	Q
There's every evil thing below	Q
There's clammy fungus everywhere	R
And poison waving on the air	R
A plague of insects from the pool	S
To sting some ever trusting fool	S
Serpents issuing from the foot	T
Of oak trees rotten at the root	U
Owls and frogs and whippoorwills	V
Cackling of all sorts of ills	V
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Imagine what a pretty thing	W
The slightest landscape gardening	W
Had made of God's neglected wood	A
I'm glad man has the hardihood	A
To tamper with creation's plan	X
And shape it worthier of man	X
Imagine woods and sun swept spaces	Y
Shadows and lights in proper places	Y
Trees just touching friendly wise	I
Bees and flowers and butterflies	I
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An easy thing to improve on God	A
Simply the knowing of even from odd	A
Simply to count and then dispose	Z
In patterns everybody knows	Z
Simply to follow curve and line	A2
In geometrical design	A2
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Gardeners only cut their trees	D
For nobler regularities	D
But from my window I have seen	B2
The noblest patch of quivering green	B2
Lashed till it never quivered again	C2
God had a fit of temper then	C2
And spat shrill wind and lightning out	A
At twinges of some godly gout	A
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But as for me I keep indoors	D
Whenever he starts his awful roars	D
What can one hope of a crazy God	A
But lashings from an aimless rod	A

John Crowe Ransom

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