From yonder fruit tree wild!”
(It was the charming time of all the year,—
The darling month of May
And every bush and thicket, far and near,
With leaves and flowers was gay.)
Poor Elfinella heard, and off she went,
With lagging steps and slow,
To where, amidst the wild, a fruit tree bent,
Her branches spreading low.
With blossomy boughs the motherly old tree