| IF suddenly a clod of earth should rise, | |
| And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love, | |
| How one would tremble, and in what surprise | |
| Gasp: "Can you move?" | |
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| I see men walking, and I always feel: | 5 |
| "Earth! How have you done this? What can you be?" | |
| I can't learn how to know men, or conceal | |
| How strange they are to me. | |