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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
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After close reading of about 1500 poems, all shapes and sizes, you start to think about shape and shaping a lot.