Today is Sunday.
I fear the crowd of my fellows with such faces of stone.
From my glass tower filled with headaches and impatient Ancestors,
I contemplate the roofs and hilltops in the mist.
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I studied this while in high school. It's an insightfully piece nicely crafted in heightened poetic diction.