Question

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.​

Answer 1

Answer:

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Explanation:

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