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"THE house is bleak and cold / Built so new for me! / All the winds upon the wold / Search it through for me; / No screening trees abound, / And the curious eyes around / Keep on view for me."
"My Love, I am planting trees / As a screen for you / Both from winds, and eyes that tease / And peer in for you. / Only wait till they have grown, / No such bower will be known / As I mean for you."
"Then I will bear it, Love, / And will wait," she said. / -So, with years, there grew a grove. / "Skill how great! " she said. / "As you wished, Dear? "-"Yes, I see! / But-I'm dying; and for me / 'Tis too late," she said.