THE TALKING OAK.
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i.
Once more before my face
I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls,
That stand within the chace.
ii.
Beneath its drift of smoke;
And ah! with what delighted eyes
I turn to yonder oak.
iii.
Ere that, which in me burn'd,
The love, that makes me thrice a man,
Could hope itself return'd;