They say that the plants do not speak, not the brooks, nor the birds,
Nor the waves with their roar, not with their brilliance the stars,
So they say: but one cannot be sure, for always when I go by,
They whisper about me and say
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There is a typo in this poem. Line 7 should say, " And yet soon, very soon..." NOT " And yet soon, very son..." I hope the moderators of this website will fix this problem because it affects people's ability to understand the poem.