Beauty in a Tree
The forests are the flags of nature. They appeal to all and awaken
inspiring universal feelings. Enter the forest and the boundaries of
nations are forgotten. It may be that some time an immortal pine
will be the flag of a united peaceful world.
Ay me! ay me! the woods decay and fall;
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground.
Man comes and tills the earth and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality consumes:
I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit,
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
A white-haired shadow roaming like a dream,
The ever silent spaces of the East.
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.