I was an arm of the sturdy oak;
And I bore a wealth of green leaves
In the long bright summer days,
Where the sunlight loved to sparkle and the rain-drops loved to hum —
And I bent a green roof o’er the nest of the merry bird.
Oh, I was happy!
I danced in the liquid wind,
And murmured my joy at all times;
In the golden dawn, and sunny noontide;
In the crimson evening and beneath the seraphic moon;