poem about everett lake and being a hero


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The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, the brillant moon and all the milky sky. And all that famous harmony of leaves had blotted out man's image and his cry. a girl arose that had red mournful lips, and sealed the greatness of this world in her tears. Doomed like odysseus and the labouring ships. And proud as priam murdered with his peers. Arose and on that instant clammorous eaves. A climbing moon upon an empty sky. And all that lamentation of the leaves could not compose man's image or his cry.