blue-eyed grace.
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The airy wisdom of the wood,
Far easiest to be understood!
Far easiest to be understood!
"I whisper to the winds; I kiss
The rough old oak, and clasp his bark;
No farewell of the thrush I miss;
I lift the soft veil of the dark,
And say to bird, and breeze, and tree,
'Good night! good friends you are to me!"
The rough old oak, and clasp his bark;
No farewell of the thrush I miss;
I lift the soft veil of the dark,
And say to bird, and breeze, and tree,
'Good night! good friends you are to me!"
