Sweet and slim by late moonlight;
And I desire a beech may be
Not far away from mine and me,
Strong, pure, serene, and matronly;
An oak outspread in ample space,
Strength out of storms met face to face,
In his male girth and wide embrace.
Lest all the years go by in vain
Let the wind only and the rain
Paint my four walls with weather stain,