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WOOD SONG
When we are gone, love,
Gone as the breeze,
Woods will be sweet, love,
Even as these.
Gone as the breeze,
Woods will be sweet, love,
Even as these.
Sunflecks will dance, love,
Even as now,
Here on the moss, love,
Under the bough.
Even as now,
Here on the moss, love,
Under the bough.
Others unborn, love,
Maybe will sit
Here in the wood, love,
Leafily lit;
Maybe will sit
Here in the wood, love,
Leafily lit;
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Hearking as now, love,
Treble of birds;
Breathing as we, love,
Wondering words.
Treble of birds;
Breathing as we, love,
Wondering words.
Others will sigh, love,
Even as we:
“Only a day, love,
Murmurs the bee.”
Even as we:
“Only a day, love,
Murmurs the bee.”
E.
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