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Ho! Flesh and Blood! sweet Flesh and Blood As ever strode on earth! Welcome to Water and to Wood— To all a Madman's mirth. This tree is mine, this leafless tree That's writhen o'er the linn; The stream is mine that fitfully Pours forth its sullen din. Their lord am I; and still my dream Is of this Tree—is of that Stream.

The Tree, the Stream—a deadly Twain! They will not live apart; The one rolls thundering through my brain, The other smites my heart: Ay, this same leafless fire-scathed tree, That groweth by the rock,