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These pools
that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky
almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside
them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside
them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or
river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To
darken nature and be summer woods --
Let them think
twice before they use their powers
To blot out and
drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and
these watery flowers
From snow that melted only
yesterday.
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