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“A light wind chased her on the wing,
And in the chase grew wild,
About the darling child :
“ But light as any wind that blows
“ So fleetly did she stir, The flower, she touch'd on, dipt and rose,
And turn'd to look at her.
- And here she came, and round me play'd,
And sang tơ me the whole
About my giant bole;'
" And in a fit of frolic mirth
She strove to span my waist : Alas, I was so broad of girth,
I could not be embraced.
“I wish'd myself the fair young beech
That here beside me stands, That round me, clasping each in each,
She might have lock'd her hands.
“ Yet seem’d the pressure thrice as sweet
As woodbine's fragile hold, Or when I feel about my feet
The berried briony fold."
O muffle round thy knees with fern,
And shadow Sumner-chace ! Long may thy topmost branch discern
The roofs of Sumner-place!
But tell me, did she read the name
I carved with many vows When last with throbbing heart I came
To rest beneath thy boughs ?
“O yes, she wander'd round and round
These knotted knees of mine,
And found, and kiss'd the name she found,
And sweetly murmur'd thine.
“ A teardrop trembled from its source,
And down my surface crept.
But I believe she wept.
“ Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light,
She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight :
She kiss'd me once again.
“ Her kisses were so close and kind,
That, trust me on my word,
But yet my sap was stirr'd:
“ And even into ту
inmost ring A pleasure I discern'd, Like those blind motions of the Spring,
That show the year is turn'd.
“ Thrice-happy he that may caress
The ringlet's waving balm — The cushions of whose touch may press
The maiden's tender palm.
• I, rooted here among
groves, But languidly adjust My vapid vegetable loves
With anthers and with dust :
“ For ah ! the Dryad-days were brief
Whereof the poets talk, When that, which breathes within the leaf,
Could slip its bark and walk.
“But could I, as in times foregone,
From spray, and branch, and stem, Have suck'd and gather'd into one
The life that spreads in them,
“ She had not found me so remiss ;
But lightly issuing thro',
With usury thereto.”
O flourish high, with leafy towers,
And overlook the lea, Pursue thy loves among the bowers,
But leave thou mine to me.
O flourish, hidden deep in fern,
Old oak, I love thee well ;
And what remains to tell.