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WE work here together In blast and breeze; He fills the earth in, I hold the trees.

He does not notice That what I do Keeps me from moving And chills me through.

He has seen one fairer I feel by his eye, Which skims me as though I were not by.

And since she passed here He scarce has known But that the woodland Holds him alone.

I have worked here with him Since morning shine, He busy with his thoughts And I with mine.

I have helped him so many, So many days, But never win any Small word of praise!

Shall I not sigh to him That I work on Glad to be nigh to him Though hope is gone?

Nay, though he never Knew love like mine, I’ll bear it ever And make no sign!