Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(__ Dream of Fear_)
Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.
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Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.
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