| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 1276. A Pine-Tree Buoy |
| | | By Harrison Smith Morris |
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| WHERE all the winds were tranquil, | |
| And all the odors sweet, | |
| And rings of tumbling upland | |
| Sloped down to kiss your feet: | |
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| There, in a nest of verdure, | 5 |
| You grew from bud to bough; | |
| You heard the song at mid-day, | |
| At eve the plighted vow. | |
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| But fate that gives a guerdon | |
| Takes back a double fee: | 10 |
| She hewed you from your homestead | |
| And set you in the sea. | |
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| And every bowling billow | |
| Bends down your barren head | |
| To hearken if the whisper | 15 |
| Of what you knew is dead. | |
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