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[Only a reed that sighed—]
Only a reed that sighed—
And the Poplar grove hard by
From a million of babbling mouths replied,
‘Who cares, who cares? Not I!’
And the Poplar grove hard by
From a million of babbling mouths replied,
‘Who cares, who cares? Not I!’
Only a dove's low moan—
And the new-gorged raven near
Let fall from the red beak the last white bone,
And answered, half croak, half sneer.
And the new-gorged raven near
Let fall from the red beak the last white bone,
And answered, half croak, half sneer.
Only the Silk of the Kine
Far driven on the foot that bled:
And only old Argial's bleeding pine;
And the Black Rose that once was red.
Far driven on the foot that bled:
And only old Argial's bleeding pine;
And the Black Rose that once was red.
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