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EXCESSIVE SENSIBILITY. 
ASPEN TREE. 
Populus Tremulus. 
Language — EXCESSIVE SENSIBILITY. 
Why tremble so, broad aspen tree ? 
Why shake thy leaves, ne’er ceasing ? 
At rest thou never seem’st to be, 
For when the air is still and clear, 
Or when the nipping gale, increasing, 
Shades from thy boughs soft twilight’s tear, 
Thou tremblest still, broad aspen tree, 
And never tranquil seem’st to be. 
Anok. 
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Yet what is wit, and what the poet’s art? 
Can genius shield the vulnerable heart ? 
Ah, no! Where bright imagination reigns, 
The fine-wrought spirit feels acuter pains ; 
Where glow exalted sense, and taste refined, 
There keener anguish rankles in the mind ; 
There feeling is diffused through every part, 
Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart; 
And those whose generous souls each tear would keep 
From other’s eyes are born themselves to weep. 
Hannah Moke. 
Though time thy bloom is stealing, 
There’s still beyond his art 
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, 
The sunbeam of the heart. 
Hallecx. 
