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"Her tunic is of silver,
Her veil of green tree-hair,
The woodland Princess donning
Her pomp of summer wear.
White arms to heaven reaching,
Shy buds that, tiptoe, meet%
The kiss of June's awaking,
The season's hast'ning feet!
Oh, sure, a laugh is lisping
In each uncurling leaf;
The joy of June is thrilling
Some sense to transport brief!
Sister of mine, White Birch Tree!
That sense my own sets free,
For in thy dim soul-stirrings%
My Father speaks to me."
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