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THE ELM-TREES.
��I DO remember me
Of two old elm-trees' shade, With mosses sprinkled at their feet,
Where my young childhood play'd ; While the rocks above their head
Frown 'd out so stern and grey, And the little crystal streamlet near
Went leaping on its way.
There, side by side, they nourish 'd,
With intertwining crown, And, through their broad embracing arms,
The prying moon look'd down ; And I deem'd, as there I linger'd
A musing child, alone She sought my secret heart to scan,
From her far silver throne.
I do remember ine
Of all their wealth of leaves,
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