For her who, ere her summer faded,
Has sunk into a breathless sleep.”
THOUGHTS CONNECTED WITH TREES.
Trees, gracious trees!—how rich a gift ye are,
Crown of the earth! to human hearts and eyes!
How doth the thought of home, in lands afar,
Link’d with your forms and kindly whisperings rise!
How the whole picture of a childhood lies
Oft midst your boughs forgotten, buried deep!
Till, gazing through them up the summer skies,