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THE WOODMAN

all the grove, nor stream nor bird

Nor aught beside my blows was heard,

And the woods wore their noonday dress—

The glory of their silentness.

From the island summit to the seas,

Trees mounted, and trees drooped, and trees

Groped upward in the gaps. The green

Inarboured talus and ravine

By fathoms. By the multitude

The rugged columns of the wood

And bunches of the branches stood;

Thick as a mob, deep as a sea,

And silent as eternity.

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