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I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......oh this is so amazing...adding to my favorites ★