Nightofspring ThomasWestwood

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SIow， horses，SLOW，
    Asthrough the woodwego-
Wewould countthe starsin heaven，
    Hearthegrassesgrow：
Watchthecloudletsfew
Dappling the deep blue，
In ouropenpalmsoutspread
    Catchtheblesseddew.
    SIow，horses，slOW，
Asthrough thewoodwego-
We would see fair Dian rise
With herhuntressbow：
We would hear the breeze
Ruftlingthe dimtrees，
Hear its sweet love-ditty set
    To endless harmonies.
    SIow，horses，slowW，
Asthrough thewoodwe8o-
All the beauty of the night
WewouldlearnandknoW!