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WILD FLOWERS.
The earth would grieve without you, sweet wild flowers!On many a mossy bank ye, sleeping, lie,
In the green forests' depths, till, far on high,
Above the leafy woods, the fair, young, hours,
From out the eastern, amber-clouded, towers
Where dwells the sunrise, past come, dancing, by,
Up leading dewy morn, through the blue sky,
Amid the laughing clouds, where sleep the showers.
Through your night-closëd leaves ye, watching, peep,
And, when the golden sunshine, flashing, streams
Down through the lofty tree-tops, from their sleep
Ye wake your folded leaves, and beauty gleams,
Stars of the earth, from where you, lowly, dwell,
Up on the wanderer's eye. Wild flowers I love you well.
November 18th, 1842.
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