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NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves, / Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow, / Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves, / Mourning, weeping over Chloe's pillow.
Chloe, fresher than the breeze of dawn, / Fairer than the larches in their young spring glory, / Brighter than the glow-worms on the dewy lawn, / Hear the dirge the green trees sing to end your story: --
"Chloe lived and Chloe loved: she brought new gladness, / Hope and life and all things good to all who met her; / Only, dying, wept to know the lifelong sadness / Willed, against her will, to those who can't forget her. "