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Pleasant it was, when woods were green, / And winds were soft and low, / To lie amid some sylvan scene. / Where, the long drooping boughs between, / Shadows dark and sunlight sheen / Alternate come and go;
Or where the denser grove receives / No sunlight from above, / But the dark foliage interweaves / In one unbroken roof of leaves, / Underneath whose sloping eaves / The shadows hardly move.