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PRELUDE	A
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Pleasant it was when woods were green	B
And winds were soft and low	C
To lie amid some sylvan scene	B
Where the long drooping boughs between	B
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen	B
Alternate come and go	C
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Or where the denser grove receives	D
No sunlight from above	E
But the dark foliage interweaves	D
In one unbroken roof of leaves	D
Underneath whose sloping eaves	D
The shadows hardly move	F
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Beneath some patriarchal tree	G
I lay upon the ground	H
His hoary arms uplifted he	G
And all the broad leaves over me	G
Clapped their little hands in glee	G
With one continuous sound	H
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A slumberous sound a sound that brings	D
The feelings of a dream	I
As of innumerable wings	D
As when a bell no longer swings	D
Faint the hollow murmur rings	D
O'er meadow lake and stream	I
	-
And dreams of that which cannot die	J
Bright visins came to me	G
As lapped in thought I used to lie	J
And gaze into the summer sky	J
Where the sailing clouds went by	J
Like ships upon the sea	G
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Dreams that the soul of youth engage	K
Ere Fancy has been quelled	L
Old legends of the monkish page	K
Traditions of the saint and sage	K
Tales that have the rime of age	K
And chronicles of Eld	L
	-
And loving still these quaint old themes	D
Even in the city's throng	M
I feel the freshness of the streams	D
That crossed by shades and sunny gleams	D
Water the green land of dreams	D
The holy land of song	M
	-
Therefore at Pentecost which brings	D
The Spring clothed like a bride	L
When nestling buds unfold their wings	D
And bishop's caps have golden rings	D
Musing upon many things	D
I sought the woodlands wide	L
	-
The green trees whispered low and mild	L
It was a sound of joy	N
They were my playmates when a child	L
And rocked me in their arms so wild	L
Still they looked at me and smiled	L
As if I were a boy	N
	-
And ever whispered mild and low	C
Come be a child once more	O
And waved their long arms to and fro	C
And beckoned solemnly and slow	C
O I could not choose but go	C
Into the woodlands hoar	O
	-
Into the blithe and breathing air	P
Into the solemn wood	L
Solemn and silent everywhere	P
Nature with folded hands seemed there	P
Kneeling at her evening prayer	P
Like one in prayer I stood	L
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Before me rose an avenue	Q
Of tall and sombrous pines	D
Abroad their fan like branches grew	Q
And where the sunshine darted throught	L
Spread a vapor soft and blue	Q
In long and sloping lines	D
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And falling on my weary brain	R
Like a fast falling shower	S
The dreams of youth came back again	T
Low lispings of the summer rain	R
Dropping on the ripened grain	R
As once upon the flower	S
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Visions of childhood Stay O stay	L
Ye were so sweet and wild	L
And distant voices seemed to say	L
It cannot be They pass away	L
Other themes demand thy lay	L
Thou art no more a child	L
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The land of Song within thee lies	D
Watered by living springs	D
The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes	D
Are gates unto that Paradise	D
Holy thoughts like stars arise	D
Its clouds are angels' wings	D
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Learn that henceforth thy song shall be	G
Not mountains capped with snow	C
Nor forests sounding like the sea	G
Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly	G
Where the woodlands bend to see	G
The bending heavens below	C
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There is a forest where the din	U
Of iron branches sounds	D
A mighty river roara between	B
And whosoever looks therein	U
Sees the heavens all black with sin	U
Sees not ita depths nor bounds	D
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Athwart the swinging branches cast	L
Soft rays of sunshine pour	O
Then comes the fearful wintry blast	L
Our hopes like withered leaves fall fast	L
Pallid lips say 'It is past	L
We can return no more '	-
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Look then into thine heart and write	L
Yes into Life's deep stream	I
All forms of sorrow and delight	L
All solemn Voices of the Night	L
That can soothe thee or affright	L
Be these henceforth thy theme	I

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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