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THE SIX BOARDS

Six boards belong to me:
I do not know where they may be;
If growing green, or lying dry
In a cockloft nigh.
Some morning I shall claim them,
And who may then possess will aim them
To bring to me those boards I need
With thoughtful speed.
But though they hurry so
To yield me mine, I shall not know
How well my want they'll have supplied
When notified.
Those boards and I—how much
In common we, of feel and touch
Shall share thence on,—earth's far core-quakings,
Hill-shocks, tide-shakings—
Yea, hid where none will note,
The once live tree and man, remote
From mundane hurt as if on Venus, Mars,
Or furthest stars.