These lovely groves of fountain-trees that shake A burning spray against autumnal cool Descend again in molten drops to make The rutted path a river and a pool. They rise in silence, fall in quietude, Lie still as looking-glass to every sense Save where their lion-colour in the wood Roars to miraculous heat and turbulence.
- by Elinor Wylie (1885 - 1928), "Golden bough", appears in Collected Poems, first published 1932 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Reginald Chauncey Robbins (1871 - 1955), "Golden bough", published 1941 [ high voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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