In the Pines

In the pines I will refuse

To join in anguished guilt and mourn

Rather will I sing the news

That in the pines I am reborn.

I am reborn and shout aloud

Dance fandango tap and tilt

While in the pines there is a cloud

Around my head all spark and gilt.

In the woods I plow the field

Plant cuckoo winding purple vines

Watch the forest quake and yield

Play more music in the pines.

But still I hear the pines rejoice

Reborn a cuckoo, sing your voice.

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