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remember me   Of two old elm-trees' shade, With mosses sprinkled at their feet, Where my young childhood play'd; While the rocks above their head Frown'd out so stern and gray, And the little crystal streamlet near Went leaping on its way.

There, side by side, they flourish'd,   With intertwining crown, And through their broad embracing arms The prying moon look'd down; And I deem'd, as there I linger'd—     A musing child, alone— She sought my secret heart to scan From her far silver throne.

I do remember me   Of all their wealth of leaves, When summer, in her radiant loom, The burning solstice weaves; And how, with firm endurance, They braved an adverse sky, Like Belisarius, doom'd to meet His country's wintry eye.