And scarce the fisher plies an oar:
For man’s neglect I love thee more;
That art nor avarice intrude
To tame thy torrent’s thunder-shock,
Or prune thy vintage of the rock
Magnificently rude.
Unheeded spreads thy blossomed bud
Its milky bosom to the bee;
Unheeded falls along the flood
desolate and aged tree.