 | Flower and thorn |  |
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AMONG THE PINES.
Faint murmurs from the pine-tops reach my ear,As if a harpstring—touched in some far sphere—
Vibrating in the lucid atmosphere,
Let the soft south-wind waft its music here.
| Flower and thorn | |
As if a harpstring—touched in some far sphere—
Vibrating in the lucid atmosphere,
Let the soft south-wind waft its music here.