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O ye! Fragile, tremulous / Haunters of the deep glades, / Whose fingers part the leaves / Of beech and aspen ere ye slip thro', / Shall I see ye again?
Men have said unto me: / These are but flying lights and shadows, / Light on the beech-boles, clouds shadowing the corn-fields, / The wind in the flame of birches in autumn, / Wind shadowing the clear pools.