Caroling Dusk/Greenness

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GREENNESS

Tell me is there anything lovelier, Anything more quieting ​Than the green of little blades of grassAnd the green of little leaves?
Is not each leaf a cool green hand,Is not each blade of grass a mothering green finger,Hushing the heart that beats and beats and beats?

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