Bounds my blood with long-forgotten fleetness
To the chime of boyhood’s blithest tune,
While I drink a life of brimming sweetness
From the glory of the breezy June.
Far above, the fields of ether brighten;
Forest leaves are twinkling in their glee;
And the daisy’s snows around me whiten,
Drifted down the sloping lea!
On the hills he standeth like a tower,
Shining in the morn—the Tulip-Tree!