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Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here Come Real Stars To Fill The Upper Skies, And Here On Earth Come Emulating Flies, That Though They Never Equal Stars In Size, (and They Were Never Really Stars At Heart) Achieve At Times A Very Star-like Start. Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Part.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

Such Heaps Of Broken Glass To Sweep Away / You'd Think The Inner Dome Of Heaven Had Fallen.