A Brook in the City by Robert Frost
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The meadow grass could be cemented down From growing under pavements of a town;
. . . The brook was thrown Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
How else dispose of an immortal force No longer needed? Staunch it at its source With cinder loads dumped down? . . .
. . . Staunch it at its source / With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown / Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone In fetid darkness still to live and run— And all for nothing it had ever done Except forget to go in fear perhaps. No one would know except for ancient maps That such a brook ran water. But I wonder If, from its being kept forever under, These thoughts may not have risen that so keep This new-built city from both work and sleep.