THE TREE-LOVER
Sweet in the sweet May weather
Trees go airy and bright;
Winged with the gold-green feather,
Veiled in the deep-sea light.
Trees go airy and bright;
Winged with the gold-green feather,
Veiled in the deep-sea light.
Clad in the emerald silk,
All a-flutter, a-glitter;
Blossoms white as the milk,
Never were roses sweeter.
All a-flutter, a-glitter;
Blossoms white as the milk,
Never were roses sweeter.
Leafy shadows, all dancing,
Lovely in shine and shower,
Ever twinkling and glancing,
Birds have built them a bower.
Lovely in shine and shower,
Ever twinkling and glancing,
Birds have built them a bower.
Lord of the leaf and tree,
When 'tis time for my going,
Leafing time let it be,
Neither snowing nor blowing!
When 'tis time for my going,
Leafing time let it be,
Neither snowing nor blowing!
After that journey taken
Let me open my eyes
Let me open my eyes
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