"For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
I listen'd, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I listen'd, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long aft...
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