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Robert Laurence Binyon - Walnut—Leaf Scent
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In the high leaves of a walnut,
 On the very topmost boughs,
 A boy that climbed the branching bole
 His cradled limbs would house.

 On the airy bed that rocked him
 Long, idle hours he`d lie
 Alone with white clouds sailing
 The warm blue of the sky.

 I remember not what his dreams were;
 But the scent of a leaf`s enough
 To house me higher than those high boughs
 In a youth he knew not of,

 In a light that no day brings now
 But none can spoil or smutch,
 A magic that I felt not then
 And only now I touch.
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