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First Line: The leaves of the black oak linger the winter through
Last Line: I forget the plains, I behold new england's face.
Subject(s): New England; Oak Trees


THE leaves of the black oak linger the winter through
In the woods of the wide Northwest; leech-like they cling
To the branch, and they nowise yield to blight and snow,
Presences dun and mystic; oft is the view
Framed in their subtle richness; often they ring
Horizons else remote as the Long Ago.
The leaves of the black oak bide, and for me their grace
Has a conjuring touch of home, of a dear lost place;
I forget the plains, I behold New England's face.





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