In their bright halls, and marked the dark bat flit
Where song and dance have been.
Hoary and voiceless tree!
Could’st thou find human utterance, to impart
All the bright secrets treasured in thy heart—
Dark would the history be!
Well might’st thou moralize
On worldly hopes—thou that canst boast a span,
Ne’er in Time’s earliest records reached by man—
The mighty, nor the wise.