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But we are many that will plead for thee”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        Sylphs 
Poems (1851), Prometheus 
Context: True, thy fault is great,
But we are many that will plead for thee;
We and our sisters, dwellers in the streams
That murmur blithely to the joyous mood,
And dolefully to sadness. Not a nook
In darkest woods but some of us are there,
To watch the flowers, that else would die unseen.
                                    
 
        
     
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            