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OLD FOREST CHARMS
Upon her nest of twigs the wood-dove broods;
The cooing note rolls softly through young green;
A woodpecker is tapping on unseen;
The hum of insects fills the heated woods.
The cooing note rolls softly through young green;
A woodpecker is tapping on unseen;
The hum of insects fills the heated woods.
The cooing note rolls softly through young green;
The sun-discs dance where golden light intrudes;
The hum of insects fills the heated woods
As on the beech-tree's knotty roots we lean.
The sun-discs dance where golden light intrudes;
The hum of insects fills the heated woods
As on the beech-tree's knotty roots we lean.
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The sun-discs dance where golden light intrudes;
The moss weaves carpets for the Elfin Queen;
As on the beech-tree's knotty roots we lean,
We con the forest's old eternal moods.
The moss weaves carpets for the Elfin Queen;
As on the beech-tree's knotty roots we lean,
We con the forest's old eternal moods.
The moss weaves carpets for the Elfin Queen,
When tiny heads shall peep from fairy hoods;
We con the forest's old eternal moods—
Old things that are, that shall be, that have been.
When tiny heads shall peep from fairy hoods;
We con the forest's old eternal moods—
Old things that are, that shall be, that have been.
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