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274 Unknown to them: but it is beautiful;

And if a man should plant his cottage near,

Should sleep beneath the shelter of its trees,

And blend its waters with his daily meal,

He would so love it that in his death hour

Its image would survive among his thoughts:

And therefore, my sweet, this still nook

With all its beeches we have named from You.