The Wind In The Pines
When winds go organing through the pines
On hill and headland, darkly gleaming,
Meseems I hear sonorous lines
Of Iliads that the woods are dreaming.
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To the Memory of George H. Ellwanger True Friend and Lover and Interpreter of Nature, as a Slight Token of Esteem and Admiration
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