With all the leafy harmonies of June,
As if some conscious hand beneficent
A hideous nightmare pall had from me rent.
I wandered out alone beneath the trees
And in a tempting spot reclined at ease,
My head in the cool shade, and at my feet
Streaming the amber sunlight’s genial heat.
My spirits rose, and quickening pulses beat,
Surprised to find that living still was sweet.
The tree-tops o’er me seemed to melt away—