Chapter II: Midday
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The wood is still,
As here I sit
My heart drinks in
The peace of it.
A something stirs
I know not where
Some quiet spirit
In the air.
O tall straight stems!
O cool deep green!
O hand unfelt!
O face unseen!
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The Three Hills, and Other PoemsChapter II: Midday
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