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[XXXVI. Frequently the woods are pink]
Frequently the woods are pink,
Frequently are brown;
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Frequently are brown;
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see,
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be.
I was wont to see,
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be.
And the earth, they tell me,
On its axis turned,—
Wonderful rotation
By but twelve performed!
On its axis turned,—
Wonderful rotation
By but twelve performed!
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