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/ O heart, -- that beat the bird's blithe blood, / The blithe bird's strain, and understood / The song it sang to leaf and bud, -- / What dost thou in the wood?
/ O soul, -- that kept the brook's glad flow, / The glad brook's word to sun and moon, -- / What dost thou here where song lies low, / And dead the dreams of June?