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LINUS.
Not unregarded drop the silver leaves
Of hoary willows into the dark brooks;
Moist pensive eyes are on them as they fall,
Prophetic of the future: not unseen
Of hoary willows into the dark brooks;
Moist pensive eyes are on them as they fall,
Prophetic of the future: not unseen
Sails the lone hern above her marshy mere,
Far out into the darkness; many tears,
And thoughts akin to tears, and mournful things
That love the night, are with her as she goes:
Far out into the darkness; many tears,
And thoughts akin to tears, and mournful things
That love the night, are with her as she goes:
Nor all unheeded, in the wither'd copse,
The last sere berry trickles thro' the sprays
To earth; some cold forgotten bird looks on,
And thrills another sorrow thro' its song:
The last sere berry trickles thro' the sprays
To earth; some cold forgotten bird looks on,
And thrills another sorrow thro' its song:
So not unmark'd we pass into the whirl
Of life; all tender thoughts do wake and rise
To weep and sing a dirge; but something else
With brighter eyes looks on us from above.
Of life; all tender thoughts do wake and rise
To weep and sing a dirge; but something else
With brighter eyes looks on us from above.
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