This is the place: Stand still my heart
Let me review the scene
And summons from the shadowy past
The forms that once have been
The past and present here unite
Beneath time’s flowing tide
Like footprints hidden by a brook
Yet seen on either side
The shadow of the linden trees
Lay moving on the grass
Between them and the moving boughs
A shadow though did pass
I saw the branches of the trees
Bent down to touch, to meet
The clover blossoms in the grass
Rose up to kiss your feet
Though thoughts deep rooted in my heart
Like trees dark and high
Subdue the light of noon and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh
This memory brightens over the past
As when the sun concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field
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