Bohemian legends and other poems/Grass

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GRASS.

Not beyond the ocean,
Not beyond the hill.
Only a tuft of grass
Grows between us still.
Beyond the hill birds fly,
Winds blow o’er the sea.
But still that tuft of grass
Grows ’twixt you and me.