< a444.txt.1; poem >
<damage, document torn>
By no one but
the
Thief -
Compassion for
Integrity
Is his divinest Grief -
<reverse (A 444a), paper flipped over right and rotated one-quarter turn left>
< a444.txt.2; fragment_extrageneric >
The consciousness of
subsiding power is
too startling to
be
admitted by men - but
best
comprehended by
the meadow
over
which the Flood has
quivered, when the
waters return
to
their kindred, and
the tillage
acre -
is left
alone -
comprehended perhaps
by
the meadow, over
which Floods have
quivered -
rumbled -