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First Line: She was more like a tree upon a hill
Last Line: By which we climbed to know a hill-top dream.
Subject(s): Solitude; Trees; Loneliness


She was more like a tree upon a hill --
More like a sycamore than anything --
And was so much alone up there, that spring
Or fall or summer she seemed quite to fill
A place which otherwise had lacked the trill
Of birds and grace of leafy gesturing.
I think no one of us could know the sting
Of high free winds could be so keen -- and kill.

But all of us remember how the shade
Crept sometimes down the slope and lingered there
Among the trees that grew along the stream.
We feel a lesser friendliness displayed
Between us and the height -- we miss a stair
By which we climbed to know a hill-top dream.





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