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When with soft showers and zephyrs bland,
She wakes the sleeping earth.
And ever hast thou been to me
A sight of beauty—chestnut tree!
She wakes the sleeping earth.
And ever hast thou been to me
A sight of beauty—chestnut tree!
I've mark'd thy spiral blossoms wav'd
By summer's ardent breath,
And oft a shelter have I crav'd
Thy spreading boughs beneath;
When birds in sweetest melody
Were singing in them—chestnut tree!
By summer's ardent breath,
And oft a shelter have I crav'd
Thy spreading boughs beneath;
When birds in sweetest melody
Were singing in them—chestnut tree!
Humming around thee with delight,
I've heard the bees at noon;
And at the silent hour of night,
Beheld the silver moon
I've heard the bees at noon;
And at the silent hour of night,
Beheld the silver moon
