With blocks of broken asphalt where the streets ran once,
And granite and brick spilling in heaps across them,
With girders bridging the rain-washed ravines, it would be
More pains than the worth of it to make ten level farms
out of Manhattan Island.
But in the old graveyards,
And under the site of stables and slaughter-houses,
What excellent gardens!
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