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Elms on the marbled sky

Walling this hollow land,

Write something black that I

Find hard to understand.

Belshazzar in his hall,

Belshazzar and those lords

Saw suddenly on the wall

Great crooked words:

A doom, a doom of fear ...

Something our hearts forget

Is mighty still and near

To claim his debt.

Behold before it falls—

Behold the mighty hand

Of Nature on the walls

Of the hollow land!