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And I was smart, and all the springs 
On all the hills could show; 
And, if there were some grammar things 
I didn’t care to know, 
I always knew how many boughs 
The latest tempest broke, 
And just how far the woodpecker 
Had girdled round the oak. 
I knew the tree where slept the crows: 
And, on the water’s brim, 
I climbed among the hemlock boughs, 
To watch the fishes swim. 
I knew, beside the swollen rill, , 
What flowers to bloom would burst; 
And where, upon the south-sloped hill, 
The berries ripened first. 
Kach violet tuft, each cowslip green, 
Hach daisy on the lea, 
I counted one by one—for they 
Were kith and kin to me. 
I knew the moles that dared to claim 
The vanished beavers’ huts ; 
And sat on mossy logs to watch 
The squirrels crack their nuts: 

