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susanna.
The wife of Ernest, in yonder hut,
Will tell you how many years have put
Their green on the oak, and dropped the nut,
Since this tall grove of walnut-trees
Shook their young tresses in the breeze.
Will tell you how many years have put
Their green on the oak, and dropped the nut,
Since this tall grove of walnut-trees
Shook their young tresses in the breeze.
The mountain-spring sings down this way,
Through night and twilight into day;—
She told me how many inches, the play
Of the frolicsome waters, had spread,
Since first she knew it, the narrow bed.
Through night and twilight into day;—
She told me how many inches, the play
Of the frolicsome waters, had spread,
Since first she knew it, the narrow bed.
I said to her, "Mother, 'tis well
In such fixed peace as yours to dwell;
No sad mutation you chronicle;
Nothing is s.table within my range,
But the stern, old principle of change."
In such fixed peace as yours to dwell;
No sad mutation you chronicle;
Nothing is s.table within my range,
But the stern, old principle of change."
She was stooping over her herbs in the grass—
Snake-root, and flag, and sassafras,
Winter-green and—you know—a mass
Snake-root, and flag, and sassafras,
Winter-green and—you know—a mass
