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Come to the woods, where all strange wandering sound Is mingled into harmony profound; Where the leaves thrill with spirit, while the wind Fills with a viewless being, unconfined, The trembling reeds and fountains;—Our own dell, With its green dimness and Æolian breath, Shall suit th' unveiling of dark records well— Hear me in tenderness and silent faith!

Thou knew'st me not in life's fresh vernal noon— I would thou hadst!—for then my heart on thine Had pour'd a worthier love; now, all o'erworn By its deep thirst for something too divine, It hath but fitful music to bestow, Echoes of harp-strings, broken long ago.

Yet even in youth companionless I stood, As a lone forest-bird midst ocean's foam; For me the silver cords of brotherhood Were early loosed;—the voices from my home