SONG OF THE WINTER TREE.
What a happy life was mine, when the sunbeams used to twine.
Like golden threads about my summer suit!
When my warp and woof of green let enough of light between,
Just to dry the dew that linger'd at my root.
Like golden threads about my summer suit!
When my warp and woof of green let enough of light between,
Just to dry the dew that linger'd at my root.
What troops of friends I had when my form was richly clad,
And I was fair 'mid fairest things of earth:
Good company came round, and I heard no rougher sound
Than Childhood's laugh, in bold and leaping mirth.
And I was fair 'mid fairest things of earth:
Good company came round, and I heard no rougher sound
Than Childhood's laugh, in bold and leaping mirth.
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