(Watching hazel-bushes shift
Into shapes unknown and strange,
And the drooping elm-trees change
Into giants tall and fierce,
Fighting with their giant spears),
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Till the sweet tones of the bell
On the solemn stillness fell,
And the yellow moon looked down
On the shadow-haunted town.
Then, on other days we'd go
To the islands miles below,
And spend joyous afternoons,
Listening to the laughing loons,
Watching black-winged crows flap by,
Or the long-legged heron fly,
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