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"You are white and tall and swaying," sang the river

to the tree,

"And your leaves are touched with silver—but you

never smile on me;

For your branches murmur love songs to the sun-

kissed turquoise sky,

And you seem so far above me that I always hurry

by!"

"You are laughing in your shallows, you are somber

in your deeps,

And below your shining surface there's a heart that

never sleeps;

But all day you pass me, dancing, and at evening

time you dream,

And I didn't think you liked me," sang the birch-

tree to the stream.

So they got a bit acquainted on a glowing summer

day,

And they found they liked each other (which is often

times the way);

And the river got so friendly, and it ran so very slow,

That the birch-tree shone reflected in the water down

below!