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Who said—“Two vast and furry legs of stone
Stand in the taiga. . . . Near them, on the snow,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And bared fangs, and snarl of red anger,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The paw that mocked them, and the berries that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Robonos, Bear of Bears;
Look on my Lair, ye Canines, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level woodmoss stretch far away.”
Gay Bear
With gratitude,
Ace4573