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When last with throbbing heart I came

To rest beneath thy boughs ?

XL.

“ O yes, she wandered round and round

These knotted knees of mine, And found, and kissed the name she found,

And sweetly murmured tbine.

XLI.

“ A tear-drop trembled from its source,

And down my surface crept.
My sense of touch is something coarse,

But I believe she wept.

XLII.

6. Then flushed her cheek with rosy light,

She glanced across the plain; But not a creature was in sight:

She kissed me once again.

XLIII.
“ Her kisses were so close and kind,

That, trust me on my word,
Hard wood I am, and wrinkled rind,
But yet my sap was stirred:

XLIV.
“ And even into my inmost ring

A pleasure I discerned,
Like those blind motions of the Spring,

That show the year is turned.

XLV.

“ Thricc-happy he that may caress

The ringlet's waving balm-
The cushions of whose touch may press

The maiden's tender palm.

XLVI.

“ I, rooted here among the groves,

But languidly a just My vapid vegetable loves

With anthers and with dust :

XLVII.

“ For ah! my friend, the days were brief

Whereof the poets talk, When that, which breathes within the leaf,

Could slip its bark and walk.

XLVIII. “ But could I, as in times foregone,

From spray, and branch, and stem, Have sucked and gathered into one

The life that spreads in them,

XLIX.
“ She had not found me so remiss;

But lightly issuing through,
I would have paid her kiss for kiss
With
usury

thereto.”

L.

O flourish high, with leafy towers,

And overlook the lea,
Pursue thy loves among the bowers,

But leave thou mine to me.

LI.
O flourish, hidden deep in fern,

Old oak, I love thee well ;
A thousand thanks for what I learn

And what remains to tell.

LII.

6 'Tis little more : the day was warm;

At last, tired out with play,

She sank her head

upon
her

arm,
And at my feet she lay.

LIII.

“ Her eyelids dropped their silken eaves,

I breathed upon her eyes
Through all the summer of my lcaves

A welcome mixed with sigls.

LIV.
“I took the swarming sound of life-

The music from the town
The murmurs of the drum and fife,

And lulled them in my own.

LV.

“ Sometimes I let a sunbeam slip,

To light her shaded eye;
A second sluttered round her lip

Like a golden butterfly;

LVI.

“ A third would glimmer on her neck

To make the necklace shine; Another slid, a sunny fleck,

From head to ankle fine.

LVII. “ Then close and dark my arms I spread,

And shadowed all her restDropt dews upon her golden head,

An acorn in her breast.

LVIII.

“ But in a pet she started up,

And plucked it out, and drew My little oakling from the cup,

And flung him in the dew.

LIX.

« And yet it was a graceful giftI felt a pang

within As when I see the woodman lift

His axe to slay my kin.

LX.
" I shook him down because he was

The finest on the tree.
He lies beside thee on the grass.

O kiss him once for me!

LXI. « O kiss him twice and thrice for me,

That have no lips to kiss, For never yet was oak on lea

Shall grow so fair as this.”

LXII.

Step deeper yet in herb and fern,

Look further through the chace, Spread upward till thy boughs discern

The front of Sumner-place.

LXIII.
This fruit of thine by Love is blest,

That but a moment lay
Where fairer fruit of Love may rest

Some happy future day.

LXIV.

I kiss it twice, I kiss it thrice,

The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetize

The baby-oak within.

LXV.

But thou, while kingdoms overset,

Or lapse from band to hand,

Thy leaf shall never fail, nor yet

Thine acorn in the land.

LXVI.

May never saw dismember thee,

Nor wielded axe disjoint; That art the fairest spoken tree

From here to Lizard-point.

LXVII.

O rock upon thy towery top

All throats that gurgle sweet ! All starry culmination drop

Balm-dews to bathe thy feet !

LXVIII.
All grass of silky feather grow

And while he sinks or swells
The full south-breeze around thee blow

The sound of minster bells.

LXIX.

The fat earth feed thy branchy root,

That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o'er thee shooty

High up, in silver spikes !

LXX.

Nor ever lightning char thy grain,

But, rolling as in sleep,
Low thunders bring the mellow rain,

That makes thee broad and deep!

LXXI.

And hear me swear a solemn oath,

That only by thy side,
Will I to Olive plight my troth,

And gain her for my bride.

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