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/ I. When the moon hangs low / Over an afterglow, / Lilac and lily; / When the stars are high, / Wisps in a windless sky, / Silverly stilly: --
/ He, who will lean, his inner ear compelling, / May hear the spirit of the forest stream / Its story to a wildwood flower telling, / That is no flower but some ascended dream.
/ II. When the dawn's first lines / Show dimly through the pines / Along the mountain; / When the stars are few, / And starry lies the dew / Around the fountain: --
/ Who will, may hear, within her leafy dwelling, / The spirit of the oak-tree, great and strong, / Its romance to the wildwood streamlet telling, / That is no stream but some descended song.