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/ see thee in the tall trees, when


They bend to meet the coming storm,
For in their waving beauty then,


They initiate thy graceful form;
The moon-beams ofthne eyes repair,
And gain more touching softness there.
And noon, and night. and morn, and even,


Have all some loneliness of thine;
Yet, though such semblances are given,


l still must murmur and rcpine;
For ah they do not-cannot give
The joys that in thy presence live.