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WHEN the walls were red / That now are seen / To be overspread / With a mouldy green, / A fresh fair head / Would often lean / From the sunny casement / And scan the scene, / While blithely spoke the wind to the little sycamore tree.
But storms have raged / Those walls about, / And the head has aged / That once looked out; / And zest is suaged / And trust is doubt, / And slow effacement / Is rife throughout, / While fiercely girds the wind at the long-limbed sycamore tree!