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Absolutely love this verse! Captures the spirit of nature honorably! The Oak holds that space in my heart as well.
When first my old, old love I knew,My bosom welled with joy;My riches at her feet I threw;I was a love-sick boy!No terms seemed too extravagantUpon her to employ -I used to mope, and sigh, and pant,Just like a love-sick boy!