The Forest Pear-tree. By woodman’s edge I faint and fail; By craftsman’s edge I tell the tale. Chestnut-tree. High in the wood, high o’er the hall, Aloft I rise when low I fall. Oak-tree. Unmoved I stand what wind may blow. Swift, swift before the wind I go. |
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