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The Fallen Tree Walking through the fields in the eye of day Blinded , I came upon a tree that lay Across the accustomed path . ... And yet in the branches of the unfallen trees There runs a gentle music of the breeze Among the boughs ...
The Fallen Tree Walking through the fields in the eye of day Blinded , I came upon a tree that lay Across the accustomed path . ... And yet in the branches of the unfallen trees There runs a gentle music of the breeze Among the boughs ...
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I am borne down in the heavy waters to where the strong tide runs by : The trees are but fronds in the current waving , the long grasses leaning over . The wind makes a furrow in my hair , And all is stillness around me in the bent ...
I am borne down in the heavy waters to where the strong tide runs by : The trees are but fronds in the current waving , the long grasses leaning over . The wind makes a furrow in my hair , And all is stillness around me in the bent ...
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Here is cactus land , with jacaranda And joshua - trees and flame of ocotillo : Plants stand erect like columns in a temple , Are tethered snakes upon the desert paths , Or green flesh takes on the texture of jade , An improbable flower ...
Here is cactus land , with jacaranda And joshua - trees and flame of ocotillo : Plants stand erect like columns in a temple , Are tethered snakes upon the desert paths , Or green flesh takes on the texture of jade , An improbable flower ...
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