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The trees rise tall and taller, lifted / On a subtle rush of cool grey flame / That issuing out of the dawn has sifted / The spirit from each leaf's frame.
For the trailing, leisurely rapture of life / Drifts dimly forward, easily hidden / By bright leaves uttered aloud, and strife / Of shapes in the grey mist chidden.