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I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel
And that god-feasting couple oldthat grew elm-oak amid the wold.'Twas not until the gods had
Kindly entreated, and been brought
Unto the hearth of their heart's
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the
And many a new thing
That was rank folly to my head before.
Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p
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