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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?

ca. 1858