Shall earth no more inspire thee, ever moving... roaming, in regions dark, come back and dwell with me, return and dwell with me, thy comrade let me be, my magic power, drive thy griefs away, Lines written in early spring, In a grave I sate reclined, To her fair nature did Nature link the human soul that through me ran, grieve, what man has made of man, With birds you're never lonely, I felt sorry for any grey tree in London, for the family they don't have, reading alone about trees, al i can think about, the sun-syruped Kauri trees, with birds you're never lonely, A Portable Paradise, stresses are sustained and daily, a portable paradise, carry it always on my person, trace its ridges, smell its piney scent, shine the lamp on it, cocealed, they can't steal it

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