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I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile Tara uprooted1, and new commonness Upon the throne and crying about the streets And hanging its paper flowers from post to post, Because it is alone of all things happy. I am contented2, for I know that Quiet Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer3, Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs A cloudy quiver over Parc-na-lee. 点击收听单词发音
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