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The poem "Blight" by Ralph Waldo Emerson comes to mind, too: https://emersoncentral.com/texts/poems/blight/ https://emersoncentral.com/texts/poems/blight/

• neom 2y ago
  "And night and day, ocean and continent, Fire, plant, and mineral say, Not in us, And haughtily return us stare for stare. For we invade them impiously for gain, We devastate them unreligiously, And coldly ask their pottage, not their love, Therefore they shove us from them, yield to us Only what to our griping toil is due; But the sweet affluence of love and song, The rich results of the divine consents Of man and earth, of world beloved and lover, The nectar and ambrosia are withheld;"