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PRESENCE.
A SONG OF SUMMER.
Once she walked through our valley,—
Since then it has blossomed more sweet;
You can tell now the fragrant wood-paths
So gladdened that day by her feet.
Since then it has blossomed more sweet;
You can tell now the fragrant wood-paths
So gladdened that day by her feet.
The eglantine nodded a welcome,
And the bayberry lifted its head;
“She is passing this way,” breathed the fern-grove;
“She is here!” all the white birches said.
And the bayberry lifted its head;
“She is passing this way,” breathed the fern-grove;
“She is here!” all the white birches said.
Go and rest under the oak-boughs,
Or wander beneath the tall pine,
And you'll still hear the tones so like music
Of this sunny-haired neighbor of mine.
Or wander beneath the tall pine,
And you'll still hear the tones so like music
Of this sunny-haired neighbor of mine.
Last night as I came by the beech-trees
They called to me out of the rain,
“Where lingers the lily of maidens,
And when shall we greet her again?”
They called to me out of the rain,
“Where lingers the lily of maidens,
And when shall we greet her again?”
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