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“A light wind chased her on the wing,
And in the chase grew wild,
About the darling child :
“ But light as any wind that blows
“ So fleetly did she stir, The flower, she touch'd on, dipt and rose,
And turn'd to look at her.
“ And here she came, and round me play'd,
And sang to me the whole
About my “giant bole;'
“ And in a fit of frolic mirth
She strove to span my waist : Alas, I was so broad of girth,
I could not be embraced.
That here beside me stands,
She might have lock'd her hands.
“ Yet seem'd the pressure thrice as sweet
As woodbine’s fragile hold, Or when I feel about my feet · The berried briony fold.”
And shadow Sumner-chace!
The roofs of Sumner-place!
I carved with many vows
To rest beneath thy boughs ?
“O yes, she wander'd round and round
These knotted knees of mine, And found, and kiss'd the name she found,
And sweetly murmur'd thine.
“ A teardrop trembled from its source,
And down my surface crept.
But I believe she wept.
“ Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light,
She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight :
She kiss'd me once again.
“ Her kisses were so close and kind,
That, trust me on my word,
But yet my sap was stirr'd :
“ And even into my inmost ring
A pleasure I discern’d,
That show the year is turn'd.
“ Thrice-happy he that may caress
The ringlet's waving balm —
The maiden's tender palm.
XLVI. “ I, rooted here among the groves,
But languidly adjust My vapid vegetable loves
With anthers and with dust :
XLVII. “ For ah! the Dryad-days were brief
Whereof the poets talk, When that, which breathes within the leaf,
Could slip its bark and walk.
“ But could I, as in times foregone,
From spray, and branch, and stem, Have suck'd and gather'd into one
The life that spreads in them,
“She had not found me so remiss ;
But lightly issuing thro',
With usury thereto.”
O flourish high, with leafy towers,
And overlook the lea, Pursue thy loves among the bowers,
But leave thou mine to me.
Old oak, I love thee well ;
And what remains to tell.