73
And thou, fair forest! lovely are thy shades,
Thy oaks majestic, o'er the billows pale
High spreading their green arms: Or the deep glades,
Where the dark holly, arm'd in prickly mail,
Shelters the yellow fern, and tufted blades,
That wave responsive to the sighing gale.
Thy oaks majestic, o'er the billows pale
High spreading their green arms: Or the deep glades,
Where the dark holly, arm'd in prickly mail,
Shelters the yellow fern, and tufted blades,
That wave responsive to the sighing gale.
