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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his run;
Selectors took the water up And all the black soil round;
The best grass-land the squatter had Was spoilt by Ross's Ground

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat

Pussy-cat sits by the fire;
How should she be fair
In walks the little dog,
Says "Pussy

Slowly I smoke and hug my knee,
The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in a mist of light and shade:
They pass, a flimsy cavalcade,
And with a weak, remindful glow,

The Scene a desolate Tract in la Vendee
Famine is discoveredlying on the ground; to her enter Fire and Slaughter
Fam
Sister

The deer were bounding like blown
Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire;
I thought of the smaller lives that were caught
Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the

I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb