felled 1879
1My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
2 Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
3 All felled, felled, are all felled;
4 Of a fresh and following folded rank
5 Not spared, not one
6 That dandled a sandalled
7 Shadow that swam or sank
8On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.
9 O if we but knew what we do
10 When we delve or hew—
11 Hack and rack the growing green!
12 Since country is so tender
13 To touch, her being só slender,
14 That, like this sleek and seeing ball
15 But a prick will make no eye at all,
16 Where we, even where we mean
17 To mend her we end her,
18 When we hew or delve:
19After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
20 Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
21 Strokes of havoc únselve
22 The sweet especial scene,
23 Rural scene, a rural scene,
24 Sweet especial rural scene.
felled 1879
1My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
2 Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
3 All felled, felled, are all felled;
4 Of a fresh and following folded rank
5 Not spared, not one
6 That dandled a sandalled
7 Shadow that swam or sank
8On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.
9 O if we but knew what we do
10 When we delve or hew—
11 Hack and rack the growing green!
12 Since country is so tender
13 To touch, her being só slender,
14 That, like this sleek and seeing ball
15 But a prick will make no eye at all,
16 Where we, even where we mean
17 To mend her we end her,
18 When we hew or delve:
19After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
20 Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
21 Strokes of havoc únselve
22 The sweet especial scene,
23 Rural scene, a rural scene,
24 Sweet especial rural scene.
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not spared, not one
That dandled a sandalled
Shadow that swam or sank
On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.
O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or hew—
Hack and rack the growing green!
Since country is so tender
To touch, her being só slender,
That, like this sleek and seeing ball
But a prick will make no eye at all,
Where we, even where we mean
To mend her we end her,
When we hew or delve:
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
Strokes of havoc únselve
The sweet especial scene,
Rural scene, a rural scene,
Sweet especial rural scene.
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