<h3> <SPAN name="retrospect"></SPAN> RETROSPECT </h3>
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The wall-girt distance undulates with heat;<br/>
The buildings crouch in terror of the sun;<br/>
Steel bars and stones, heat-tortured ton on ton,<br/>
On which the noon's remorseless hammers beat.<br/>
Alone I trudge the wide red-cobbled street:<br/>
How long before this evil dream is done . . .?<br/>
These strange mad stones I know them every one,<br/>
Worn with the tread of oh, how many feet!<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
And yet it seems that I have seen it all<br/>
Before . . . I know not when . . . but there should be<br/>
Blunt buildings near a cliff, as I recall;<br/>
Bare rocks—a burning white—a gnarled dark tree . . .<br/>
And looming clear above a sentried wall<br/>
The foam-laced splendor of a warm blue sea . . .<br/></p>
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