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THE WIND IN THE PINES by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN

First Line: WHEN WINDS GO ORGANING THROUGH THE PINES
Last Line: OF ILIADS THAT THE WOODS ARE DREAMING.
Subject(s): HOLIDAYS; TREES;
WHEN winds go organing through the pines
On hill and headland, darkly gleaming,
Meseems I hear sonorous lines
Of Iliads that the woods are dreaming.



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