Oh how magnificent. How beautiful
The old grey wood appears. Each sturdy tree
Crown’d with a glorious diamond diadem
Of wreathen plumes and garlands. Every bush
And slender sapling, bending with the weight
Of its bright ornaments, seems to the view
Like youthful genius shrinking and o’erwhelm’d
With the chill weight of the cold world’s applause.
The sun is rising now, and every spray,
And feathery evergreen, grows radiant