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The Lake

I am a lonely woodland lake:
The trees that round me grow,
The glimpse of heaven above me, make
The sum of all I know.


The mirror of their dreams to be
Alike in shade and shine,
To clasp in Love's captivity,
And keep them one—is mine.

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