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ONCE, when I wandered in the woods alone, / An old man tottered up to me and said, / "Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made
For Amaryllis. " There was in the tone
Of his complaint such quaver and such moan
That I took pity on him and obeyed, / And long stood looking where his hands had laid
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.
Far out beyond the forest I could hear
The calling of loud progress, and the bold
Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear; / But though the trumpets of the world were glad, / It made me lonely and it made me sad
To think that Amaryllis had grown old.