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Manuscript Fragment: "I Saw in Lousiana a Live Oak Growing"
growing
All alone stood it, and the moss
hung down from the branches,
without any companion it grew
there, glistening, without joyous
leaves of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty,
made me think of myself;
But I wondered how it could
utter jouous leaves, standing alone
there without its friend, its
lover--For I knew I could
not;
And I plucked a twig with a certain
number of leaves upon it and
twined around it a little moss,
and brought it away -- And I
have placed it in sight in my
room,
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