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NATURE
So keep your secret, Father!I would not, if I could,Know what the sapphire fellows do,In your new-fashioned world!
XVII
WHO robbed the woods,The trusting woods?The unsuspecting treesBrought out their burrs and mossesHis fantasy to please.He scanned their trinkets, curious,He grasped, he bore away.What will the solemn hemlock,What will the fir-tree say?
XVIII
TWO butterflies went out at noonAnd waltzed above a stream,Then stepped straight through the firmamentAnd rested on a beam;
And then together bore awayUpon a shining sea,—Though never yet, in any port,Their coming mentioned be.
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