Lift your leafy roof for me,

Part your yielding walls,

Let me wander lingeringly

Through your scented halls.

Ope your doors and take me in,

Spirit of the wood;

Take me—make me next of kin

To your leafy brood.

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The Sun on the Trees

THE sun within the leafy woods

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Is like a midday moon,

So soft upon these solitudes

Is bent the face of noon.

Loosed from the outside summer blaze

A few gold arrows stray;

A vagrant brilliance droops or plays

Through all the dusky day.

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