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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Trembling Tree
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On greenest grass the lace of lights
 Beneath the shadowing tree
 Trembles, as when eyes more than lips
 Are smiling silently.

 Its motion all but motionless
 Is like a dancer`s feet
 Half--stirred, half--stilled, ere music throb
 To float them on its beat.

 Is it a music ears can hear?
 Or in a world so jarred
 With inward wrong, is it a sound
 Too happy to be heard?

 O tell me, tell me! Could I slip
 The time`s perversity,
 There would be music in the air
 And I that trembling tree.

 A spirit smiling to itself
 Seems in those leaves to live;
 And for a moment, lost in it,
 I can this world forgive.
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