I CLOSE mine eyes in this lone inland place,
This wood, far inland, thronged with sombrous trees–
Our southland pines–in whose dark boughs the breeze
Mourns like a spirit shorn of joy and grace;
The same wild genius whose half-veil
(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
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