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 No! Oh, No! Oh, No! Far, far away The singing on the mountain. She could hear The voices singing, she could hear them come With songs, with the red flowers. They have found him, They have brought him from the hills—

Why, it was wonderful! Why, all at once there were leaves, Leaves at the end of a dry stick, small, alive Leaves out of wood. It was wonderful, You can’t imagine. They came by the wood path And the earth loosened, the earth relaxed, there were flowers Out of the earth! Think of it! And oak-trees Oozing new green at the tips of them and flowers