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This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:


Under stout arms of ancient beech,

Beside placid, looking-glass pool,

Lessons that only nature can teach

In the amphitheater of her school.


Ripples run out from cast-in stone,

Obstructed, lapse into still serenity.

‘Tis music on the ear as lesson travels home.

We find peace, balance, and complete tranquillity.

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