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[240] I wonder if she thinks of them,
     And how the old time seems,—
If ever the pines of Ramoth wood
     Are sounding in her dreams.

I see her face, I hear her voice;
     Does she remember mine?
And what to her is now the boy
     Who fed her father's kine?

What cares she that the orioles build
     For other eyes than ours,—
That other hands with nuts are filled,
     And other laps with flowers?

O playmate in the golden time!
     Our mossy seat is green,
Its fringing violets blossom yet,
     The old trees o'er it lean.

The winds so sweet with birch and fern
     A sweeter memory blow;
And there in spring the veeries sing
     The song of long ago.

And still the pines of Ramoth wood
     Are moaning like the sea,—
The moaning of the sea of change
     Between myself and thee!

1860.

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