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Back out of all this now too much for us	A
Back in a time made simple by the loss	B
Of detail burned dissolved and broken off	C
Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather	D
There is a house that is no more a house	E
Upon a farm that is no more a farm	F
And in a town that is no more a town	G
The road there if you'll let a guide direct you	H
Who only has at heart your getting lost	I
May seem as if it should have been a quarry	J
Great monolithic knees the former town	G
Long since gave up pretense of keeping covered	K
And there's a story in a book about it	L
Besides the wear of iron wagon wheels	M
The ledges show lines ruled southeast northwest	N
The chisel work of an enormous Glacier	D
That braced his feet against the Arctic Pole	O
You must not mind a certain coolness from him	P
Still said to haunt this side of Panther Mountain	Q
Nor need you mind the serial ordeal	R
Of being watched from forty cellar holes	S
As if by eye pairs out of forty firkins	T
As for the woods' excitement over you	H
That sends light rustle rushes to their leaves	U
Charge that to upstart inexperience	V
Where were they all not twenty years ago	W
They think too much of having shaded out	X
A few old pecker fretted apple trees	Y
Make yourself up a cheering song of how	Z
Someone's road home from work this once was	A2
Who may be just ahead of you on foot	B2
Or creaking with a buggy load of grain	C2
The height of the adventure is the height	D2
Of country where two village cultures faded	E2
Into each other Both of them are lost	I
And if you're lost enough to find yourself	F2
By now pull in your ladder road behind you	H
And put a sign up CLOSED to all but me	J
Then make yourself at home The only field	G2
Now left's no bigger than a harness gall	H2
First there's the children's house of make believe	I2
Some shattered dishes underneath a pine	J2
The playthings in the playhouse of the children	Q
Weep for what little things could make them glad	K2
Then for the house that is no more a house	E
But only a belilaced cellar hole	O
Now slowly closing like a dent in dough	W
This was no playhouse but a house in earnest	L2
Your destination and your destiny's	E
A brook that was the water of the house	E
Cold as a spring as yet so near its source	E
Too lofty and original to rage	M2
We know the valley streams that when aroused	N2
Will leave their tatters hung on barb and thorn	O2
I have kept hidden in the instep arch	P2
Of an old cedar at the waterside	N2
A broken drinking goblet like the Grail	Q2
Under a spell so the wrong ones can't find it	N2
So can't get saved as Saint Mark says they mustn't	N2
I stole the goblet from the children's playhouse	E
Here are your waters and your watering place	E
Drink and be whole again beyond confusion	Q

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