Words for the Chisel (collection)/Words for the Chisel
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Words for the Chisel
The moss will creep upon your nameAnd fill the cleft of mineAnd scraggley grasses grow and frameThe granite's oblong line.
This unsubstantial air we cleaveTo rear us massive formWill aid the moss, the viney weave,The little clumsy worm
Within whose body all the crustOf earth is powdered soOften, with such patient lustAgainst such granite woe.