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‘The ending of a forest fire’

There in the burnt and churning turf

I see the remnants fire;

I see their threatening of the earth

Cool blithely and expire.

The stipples on the embers fade,

The great components tire.

Was this way the woods were made,

In blaze and in living fire?

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