Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages - Unknown

Of music, or like trees with tempest filled,

And rolls in wide waves out o'er the lone land,

Tone following tone toward the far-setting sun,

Till where in fields long shadowed reapers stand

Bowed heads look up, and lo, the day is done....

Laurence Binyon

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... Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly,

Most musicall, most melancholy!