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SHE LEANT UPON THE RUSTIC BRIDGE.
She leant upon the Rustic Bridge,
With all her spirit in her eyes,
Far off the mountains, ridge on ridge,
Flowed westward through the autumn skies.
With all her spirit in her eyes,
Far off the mountains, ridge on ridge,
Flowed westward through the autumn skies.
The blue sea kissed its golden weeds,—
In wreaths the blue smoke took the air—
Flushed were the forests—green the meads—
She said, “This earth is passing fair.”
In wreaths the blue smoke took the air—
Flushed were the forests—green the meads—
She said, “This earth is passing fair.”
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