 Once again the pine-tree sung: — "Speak not thy speech my boughs among: Put off thy years, wash in the breeze; My hours are peaceful centuries. Talk no more with feeble tongue; No more the fool of space and time, Come weave with mine a nobler rhyme....  A Crazy Angel - Page 128by Annette Lucile Noble - 1901 - 343 pagesFull view - About this book
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...come, of human life, Of Death, and Fortune, Growth, and Strife,' Onee again the pine-tree rang :— * Speak not thy speech my boughs among ; Put off thy years, wash in the breeze; 190 My hours are peaceful centuries. Talk no more with feeble tongue ; No more the fool of space and... | |
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