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Where the suns light shone silvered and leafsplit ;T he lx om, the foam, and the mad flash of it All ma le a magic symphony ;but when I thought upon the coming of hard men Toout those patriarchal trees away, And turn to gold the silver of that spray, I shuddered. Hut a gladness now and then I id wake me to myse.f till I was glad In earnest, and was welcoming the time For streaming saws to sound above the chime Of idle waters, and for me to know The jealous visionings that I had had Were steps to the great place where trees and torrents go. AARON STARK WITHAL a meagre man was A aron Stark Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose :A miser was he, with a misers nose, And eyes like little dollars in the dark. His thin, pinched mouth was nothing but a mark; And when he spoke there came like sullen blows Through scattered fangs a few snarled words and close, ;.. .A sif a cur were chary of its bark.
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