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The ten hours light is abating
And the late bird wings are cross
Where the pines like waltzers waiting
Give their black heads a toss
Beech leaves that yellow the noontime
Float past like specks in the eye
I set every tree in my June time
And now they obscure the sky
And the children who ramble through here
Conceive that there never has been a time
When no trees, no tall trees grew here
That none will in time be seen