The stately elms’ procession guard his walks,
The birch-bark gleam through foliage, and the ash
Wave ruddy clusters;—willows there shall weep,
And the wet alder shall delight to wade
Knee-deep in sluggish waters, where the kine
Take the whole meadow with contented eye,
Philosophers of nature.
One dark thought
Alone can mar these visions;—he must die,
And leave the dear possessions: in this land