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...the heads of the cloud-kissing oak ; Near the skirt of the grove, where the sturdy arm swings The ax till the old giant sways, And echo repeats every blow...And snowy the cups of the dogwood that burst By the red bud, with pink-tinted tears. And striped the bolls which the poppy holds up For the dew, and the...