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... Es* SCHOOL DAYS. Still sits the schoolhouse by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow. And blackberry vines are running. Within, the master's desk seen, Deep scarred by raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats ...