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Song.
Brightly glance the beech-tree tops,
The aspen quivers bright;
The poplar swings from out the copse
And lashes into white.
The aspen quivers bright;
The poplar swings from out the copse
And lashes into white.
Brightly glance the clover tops,
The hedge-rows glisten sweet,
Where freely climb the flowering hops,
And bells and flower-buds meet.
The hedge-rows glisten sweet,
Where freely climb the flowering hops,
And bells and flower-buds meet.
Brightly glance the willow heads,
The stream comes gleaming down and raving;
Beside it wave the osier beds,
But love is more than all their waving.
The stream comes gleaming down and raving;
Beside it wave the osier beds,
But love is more than all their waving.
Brightly glance the tops of the oaks,
The branch of the ash is black and bitter;
Round the sun's blue course the fire-cloud smokes,
To me earth's darkness were dearer and fitter.
The branch of the ash is black and bitter;
Round the sun's blue course the fire-cloud smokes,
To me earth's darkness were dearer and fitter.
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Brightly glance the tops of the broom,
Bright swells the thicket's side;
The clustering branches give no room:
Oh, where may love abide!
Bright swells the thicket's side;
The clustering branches give no room:
Oh, where may love abide!
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