Such subtle interweaving of distended things,
Such hidden motive as the wind breathes.
What orchestration had ordained the way
In which no twig or leaf but was assigned a part?
And how was this score learnt or read
When merely nature seemed forgetful of herself
In the branches of a tree where the wind played?
Such hidden motive as the wind breathes.
What orchestration had ordained the way
In which no twig or leaf but was assigned a part?
And how was this score learnt or read
When merely nature seemed forgetful of herself
In the branches of a tree where the wind played?
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