4. Shea-Oak Trees on a Stormy Day

O'er sandy'tracts the shea-oak trees
Droop their long wavy grey-green trails:
And inland wandering moans and wails
The long blast of the ocean-breeze:
Like loose strings of a viol or harp
These answering sound—now low, now sharp
And keen, a melancholy strain:
A death song o'er the mournful plain.
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