from "Birches" by Robert Frost
| "...I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, | |
| And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk | |
| Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, | |
| But dipped its top and set me down again. | |
| That would be good both going and coming back. | |
| One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. | " |
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