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442 Green Avon's haunted! Look, from yonder bank

The willow leans, that hath not ceased to weep,

Whence, hanging garlands, fair Ophelia sank;

Since Jacques moped here the trees have had a tongue;

And all these streams and whispering willows keep

The moan of Desdemona's dying song.

VI.— EVENSONG.

(HOLY TRINITY CHURCH.)