Destroyers and Other Verses/Fantasy

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Fantasy.
The Poplars on the highway,Court ladies all a-row,Bowed whispering "May good fortuneAttend the way you go."
I left my home in the sunshine,I rode in a coach and four,But now with the world behind me,I creep to my father's door.
And the Poplars in the night-windRock groaning to and fro,They hiss like village gossips,"'Tis right the world should know."
Germany, June, 1855.
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