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Paraphrase the following poems?


I stopped to watch a man strike at the trunk Of a tree grown strong through many centuries His quick axe, sharp and glittering, struck deep, And yellow chips went spinning in the air - And I remember how I liked the sight Of poise and rhythm as the bright axe swung. A man who fells a tree makes people watch, For glory seems to crowd upon the axe. I know the answers to the chance reproach How old the tree was, and how dangerous How it might fall, how timber in a stack Had more good in it than a growing tree - But I saw death cut down a thousand men In that tall lovely legacy of wood.​

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