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/ Here doth white Spring white violets show, / Broadcast doth white, frail wind-flowers sow / Through starry mosses amber-fair, / As delicate as ferns that grow, / Hart's-tongue and maiden-hair.
/ Here fungus life is beautiful, / White mushroom and the thick toad-stool / As various colored as wild blooms; / Existences that love the cool, / Distinct in rank perfumes.
/ Here stray the wandering cows to rest, / The calling cat-bird builds her nest / In spice-wood bushes dark and deep; / Here raps the woodpecker his best, / And here young rabbits leap.
/ Tall butternuts and hickories, / The pawpaw and persimmon trees, / The beech, the chestnut, and the oak, / Wall shadows huge, like ghosts of bees / Through which gold sun-bits soak.
/ Here to pale melancholy moons. / In haunted nights of dreamy Junes, / Wails wildly the weird whippoorwill, / Whose mournful and demonic tunes / Wild woods with phantoms fill.