.Old are the woods
And the buds that do break
From the coarse brier's boughs,
When the fierce winds wake.
Old are our ways
As the streams that still rise,
Where the snow now sleeps cold
In the deep azure skies.
So, who are we now,
A horde of their ghosts?
Or oaks.
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