... listeneth, to the vines Which slope his green path downward to the shore, Where the bowed Waters meet him, and adore, Kissing his feet with murmurs; and the Wood, The covert of old trees, with trunks all hoar, But light leaves, young as joy, stands where it stood,[kp] Offering to him, and his, ... — The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
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