<h2><SPAN name="FOREST_MOODS" id="FOREST_MOODS"></SPAN>FOREST MOODS</h2>
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<span class="i0">There is singing of birds in the deep wet woods,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the heart of the listening solitudes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Pewees, and thrushes, and sparrows, not few,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And all the notes of their throats are true.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The thrush from the innermost ash takes on<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A tender dream of the treasured and gone;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But the sparrow singeth with pride and cheer<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of the might and light of the present and here.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">There is shining of flowers in the deep wet woods,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the heart of the sensitive solitudes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The roseate bell and the lily are there,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And every leaf of their sheaf is fair.</span><br/></div>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span><span class="i0">Careless and bold, without dream of woe,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The trilliums scatter their flags snow;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But the pale wood-daffodil covers her face,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Agloom with the doom of a sorrowful race.<br/></span></div>
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