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| The bees build in the crevices |
| Of loosening masonry, and there |
| The mother birds bring grubs and flies. |
| My wall is loosening; honey-bees, |
| 5 | Come build in the empty house of the state. |
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| We are closed in, and the key is turned |
| On our uncertainty; somewhere |
| A man is killed, or a house burned, |
| Yet no cleat fact to be discerned: |
| 10 | Come build in he empty house of the stare. |
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| A barricade of stone or of wood; |
| Some fourteen days of civil war; |
| Last night they trundled down the road |
| That dead young soldier in his blood: |
| 15 | Come build in the empty house of the stare. |
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| We had fed the heart on fantasies, |
| The heart's grown brutal from the fare; |
| More substance in our enmities |
| Than in our love; O honey-bees, |
| 20 | Come build in the empty house of the stare. |
