Scholars immersed in books
Rise blearily, wiping their eyes,
And gather in knots of threes and fours
In the angles of the square.
They avoid each other’s anxious looks;
The crowds who gathered to hear the wise
Are turned away from the college doors
To seek answers elsewhere.
Staunch pigeons flinch from the open sky,
As though they knew that a day
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