  When the wind is joyous-hearted it stirs the graceful spruces, And they nod at one another and toss their arms in abandon; Then they sway their supple bodies in wonderful undulations, Keeping a perfect time with the wind's mysterious music. Then the watchmen of the forest, the solemn and silent birches, Bend stiffly their stately heads, saluting their laughing sisters; And the alders wake from slumber, and the willows grieve no longer When the wild wind woos the stream and sets the trees a-dancing. |
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