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A FALLEN BEECH

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Nevermore at doorways that are barken

Shall the madcap wind knock and the noonlight;

Nor the circle, which thou once didst darken,

Shine with footsteps of the neighboring moonlight,

Visitors for whom thou oft didst hearken.


Nevermore, gallooned with cloudy laces,

Shall the morning, like a fair freebooter,

Make thy leaves his richest treasure-places;

Nor the sunset, like a royal suitor,

Clothe thy limbs with his imperial graces.


And no more, between the savage wonder

Of the sunset and the moon's up-coming,

Shall the storm, with boisterous hoof-beats, under

Thy dark roof dance, Faun-like, to the humming

Of the Pan-pipes of the rain and thunder.


Oft the satyr spirit, beauty-drunken,

Of the Spring called; and the music-measure

Of thy sap made answer; and thy sunken

Veins grew vehement with youth, whose pressure

Swelled thy gnarly muscles, winter-shrunken.


And the germs, deep down in darkness rooted,

Bubbled green from all thy million oilets,

Where the spirits, rain-and-sunbeam-suited,

Of the April made their whispering toilets,

Or within thy stately shadow footed.


Oft the hours of blonde Summer tinkled

At the windows of thy twigs, and found thee

Bird-blithe; or, with shapely bodies, twinkled

Lissom feet of naked flowers around thee,

Where thy mats of moss lay sunbeam-sprinkled.


And the Autumn with his gipsy-coated

Troop of days beneath thy branches rested,

Swarthy-faced and dark of eye; and throated

Songs of hunting; or with red hand tested

Every nut-bur that above him floated.


Then the Winter, barren-browed, but rich in

Shaggy followers of frost and freezing,

Made the floor of thy broad boughs his kitchen,

Trapper-like, to camp in; grimly easing

Limbs snow-furred and moccasoned with lichen.


Now, alas! no more do these invest thee

With the dignity of whilom gladness!

They – unto whose hearts thou once confessed thee

Of thy dreams – now know thee not! and sadness

Sits beside thee where forgot dost rest thee.


The Garden of Dreams

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