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POEMS. 113
��'"PO my quick ear the leaves conferred ; -*- The bushes they were bells ; I could not find a privacy From Nature's sentinels.
In cave if I presumed to hide,
The walls began to tell; Creation seemed a mighty crack
To make me visible.
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