.Though wounds were great, and respite scant,
Life clung to that wretched plant
Its skin was scarred, its leaves were ripped,
Damned to wait, as roots were fixed
For every hour, in hopeless fear,
It felt them leave then draw back near>The insects drudged without a sound,
And .
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