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Epigraphs:
- What is the meaning of their secret gleaming,
What language is in their leaves, that glitter and whisper Where the ghostly birches glimmer under the moon? (William Rose Benét, 1886–1950)
- After the rain,
Down in the woods, Through last year's moss The ghostly Indian Pipes Lift up their heads... Mysterious! Transcendent!!
- Pine-trées on the dark-strewn hillside
Hear the dreams the river blows them. Pine-trees, standing quiet there and listening, You have heard the dreams of God. (M. Hardwicke Nevin)
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