From dragon-shapes that clasp its fossil stem,
To bear love’s fruit, and human flowers arow.
LIV
Where Thought’s winged kind among its branches dwell,
Still fertilized by Beauty’s potent spell;
Cast and re-cast in Nature’s supple mould,
Through death and change, and birth’s transforming cell.
LV
’Twas pictured here—with boughs outspread thro’ space,
Blossomed with stars upon the sky’s swart face,