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85 tHE BArBAriAnS i know a vast and wooded park, there where the settlements fade out. now axes cut into the mark, they say: the land is lotted out. There lies the noble Park clam-Gallas,38 soon some rental flats will there arise. There was a meadow like in Pallas,39 once so full of oracles and wise. These vandals rush now and profane that old and hallowed plain. Alas, the noises of our times will drown the chant of Pythia’s40 rhymes. SuMMEr EVEninG The summer sun is spent, in fever flares the evening sky, its cheeks are glowing red. A sigh is heard: “i rather meant . . .” But then again: “how tired am i!” The bushes pray their litanies, and still, like a perpetual light, a glow worm hangs into the night. And there a small white rose a golden halo dons. ...

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