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THE GROVE
'Twas there in summer down the grove,
Where I and long-lost friends would rove,
Where then the gravelbedded brook,
O'ershaded under hanging boughs,
On-trickled round the quiet nook,
Or lay in pools for thirsty cows.
Where I and long-lost friends would rove,
Where then the gravelbedded brook,
O'ershaded under hanging boughs,
On-trickled round the quiet nook,
Or lay in pools for thirsty cows.
And here are still the stones we trod,
In stepping o'er the stream, dryshod,
And here are leaves that lie all dead,
About the lofty-headed tree,
Where leaves then quiver'd overhead,
All playfully alive as we.
In stepping o'er the stream, dryshod,
And here are leaves that lie all dead,
About the lofty-headed tree,
Where leaves then quiver'd overhead,
All playfully alive as we.
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While now, by moonlight, nightwinds keen,
May shake the ivy, ever green,
By this old wall, and hemlocks dry
May rattle by the leafless thorn,
I still can fancy people by
That I have lost, to live forlorn.
May shake the ivy, ever green,
By this old wall, and hemlocks dry
May rattle by the leafless thorn,
I still can fancy people by
That I have lost, to live forlorn.
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