< Scribner's Monthly < Volume 12 < Number 5
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SHADOWS.
A zephyr moves the maple-trees,
And straightway o'er the grass
The shadows of their branches shift
Shift, Love, but do not pass.
So, though with time a change may come,
Within my steadfast heart
The shadow of thy form may stir,
But cannot, Love, depart.
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