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O the fluttering and the pattering of the green things growing,

How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;

In the wonderful light of the weird moonlight

Or the dim, dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.

I love, I love them so—my green things growing,

And I think that they love me, without false showing,

For by many a tender touch they comfort me so much

With the soft mute comfort of green things growing.