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THE DYING SYCAMORES.
THE DYING SYCAMORES.
A beauty like young womanhood’s
Upon the green earth lies,
And June’s sweet smile hath waked again
All summer’s harmonies.
Upon the green earth lies,
And June’s sweet smile hath waked again
All summer’s harmonies.
The insects hum their dreamy song,
The trees their honors wear,
And languid with its perfume spoils
Sighs the voluptuous air.
The trees their honors wear,
And languid with its perfume spoils
Sighs the voluptuous air.
A gorgeous wealth of leaf and bloom
Enchants the dazzled sight;
And over earth and sky there smiles
A Presence of delight.
Enchants the dazzled sight;
And over earth and sky there smiles
A Presence of delight.
From yon sad dying Sycamores,
Alone a shadow falls,—
As from the ghastly form of Death,
In Egypt’s banquet-halls.
Alone a shadow falls,—
As from the ghastly form of Death,
In Egypt’s banquet-halls.
