Sun-warmth, dew-coolness,—squirrel, bee and bird,
High, higher, highest, till the blue proclaims
'Leave earth, there's nothing better till next step
Heavenward!'—so, off flies what has wings to help!"
And henceforth they alternate. Says the girl—
"That's saved then: marriage spares the early taste."
"Four years now, since my eye took note of tree!"
"If I had seen no other tree but this
My life long, while yourself came straight, you said,
From tree which overstretched you and was just