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O palms of Love, that in your wonted ways
Not once but many a day
Felt hands turn ice a-sudden, touching ye,
That ye were once!

For that I love ye as the wind the trees
That holds their blossoms and their leaves in cure And calls the utmost singing from the boughs
That 'thout him, save the aspen, were as dumb
Still shade, and bade no whisper speak the birds of how “Beyond, beyond, beyond, there lies…”