Thrills in leafy tremblement:
Like a heart that, after climbing, beateth quickly through content.
Not a step the wood advances
O’er the open hill-top’s bound:
There, in green arrest, the branches
See their image on the ground:
You may walk between them smiling, glad with sight and glad with sound.
For you hearken on your right hand,
How the birds do leap and call
In the greenwood, out of sight and