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Oh ye who love to overhang the springs	A
And stand by running waters ye whose boughs	B
Make beautiful the rocks o'er which they play	C
Who pile with foliage the great hills and rear	D
A paradise upon the lonely plain	E
Trees of the forest and the open field	F
Have ye no sense of being Does the air	G
The pure air which I breathe with gladness pass	H
In gushes o'er your delicate lungs your leaves	I
All unenjoyed When on your winter's sleep	J
The sun shines warm have ye no dreams of spring	K
And when the glorious spring time comes at last	L
Have ye no joy of all your bursting buds	M
And fragrant blooms and melody of birds	N
To which your young leaves shiver Do ye strive	O
And wrestle with the wind yet know it not	P
Feel ye no glory in your strength when he	Q
The exhausted Blusterer flies beyond the hills	R
And leaves you stronger yet Or have ye not	P
A sense of loss when he has stripped your leaves	I
Yet tender and has splintered your fair boughs	B
Does the loud bolt that smites you from the cloud	S
And rends you fall unfelt Do there not run	T
Strange shudderings through your fibres when the axe	U
Is raised against you and the shining blade	V
Deals blow on blow until with all their boughs	B
Your summits waver and ye fall to earth	W
Know ye no sadness when the hurricane	E
Has swept the wood and snapped its sturdy stems	X
Asunder or has wrenched from out the soil	Y
The mightiest with their circles of strong roots	Z
And piled the ruin all along his path	A2
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Nay doubt we not that under the rough rind	B2
In the green veins of these fair growths of earth	W
There dwells a nature that receives delight	C2
From all the gentle processes of life	D2
And shrinks from loss of being Dim and faint	E2
May be the sense of pleasure and of pain	E
As in our dreams but haply real still	F2
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Our sorrows touch you not We watch beside	G2
The beds of those who languish or who die	H2
And minister in sadness while our hearts	I2
Offer perpetual prayer for life and ease	J2
And health to the belov d sufferers	K2
But ye while anxious fear and fainting hope	L2
Are in our chambers ye rejoice without	M2
The funeral goes forth a silent train	E
Moves slowly from the desolate home our hearts	I2
Are breaking as we lay away the loved	N2
Whom we shall see no more in their last rest	O2
Their little cells within the burial place	P2
Ye have no part in this distress for still	F2
The February sunshine steeps your boughs	B
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within	Q2
While the song sparrow warbling from her perch	R2
Tells you that spring is near The wind of May	C
Is sweet with breath of orchards in whose boughs	B
The bees and every insect of the air	G
Make a perpetual murmur of delight	C2
And by whose flowers the humming bird hangs poised	S2
In air and draws their sweets and darts away	C
The linden in the fervors of July	H2
Hums with a louder concert When the wind	B2
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime	T2
As when some master hand exulting sweeps	U2
The keys of some great organ ye give forth	V2
The music of the woodland depths a hymn	W2
Of gladness and of thanks The hermit thrush	X2
Pipes his sweet note to make your arches ring	K
The faithful robin from the wayside elm	Y2
Carols all day to cheer his sitting mate	Z2
And when the autumn comes the kings of earth	W
In all their majesty are not arrayed	V
As ye are clothing the broad mountain side	G2
And spotting the smooth vales with red and gold	A3
While swaying to the sudden breeze ye fling	K
Your nuts to earth and the brisk squirrel comes	B3
To gather them and barks with childish glee	Q
And scampers with them to his hollow oak	C3
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Thus as the seasons pass ye keep alive	O
The cheerfulness of Nature till in time	T2
The constant misery which wrings the heart	D3
Relents and we rejoice with you again	E3
And glory in your beauty till once more	F3
We look with pleasure on your varnished leaves	I
That gayly glance in sunshine and can hear	G3
Delighted the soft answer which your boughs	B
Utter in whispers to the babbling brook	H3
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Ye have no history I cannot know	I3
Who when the hillside trees were hewn away	C
Haply two centuries since bade spare this oak	C3
Leaning to shade with his irregular arms	J3
Low bent and long the fount that from his roots	Z
Slips through a bed of cresses toward the bay	C
I know not who but thank him that he left	K3
The tree to flourish where the acorn fell	L3
And join these later days to that far time	T2
While yet the Indian hunter drew the bow	M3
In the dim woods and the white woodman first	N3
Opened these fields to sunshine turned the soil	Y
And strewed the wheat An unremembered Past	L
Broods like a presence mid the long gray boughs	B
Of this old tree which has outlived so long	O3
The flitting generations of mankind	B2
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Ye have no history I ask in vain	E
Who planted on the slope this lofty group	P3
Of ancient pear trees that with spring time burst	N3
Into such breadth of bloom One bears a scar	Q3
Where the quick lightning scored its trunk yet still	F2
It feels the breath of Spring and every May	C
Is white with blossoms Who it was that laid	V
Their infant roots in earth and tenderly	Q
Cherished the delicate sprays I ask in vain	E
Yet bless the unknown hand to which I owe	I3
This annual festival of bees these songs	R3
Of birds within their leafy screen these shouts	S3
Of joy from children gathering up the fruit	T3
Shaken in August from the willing boughs	B
Ye that my hands have planted or have spared	U3
Beside the way or in the orchard ground	V3
Or in the open meadow ye whose boughs	B
With every summer spread a wider shade	V
Whose herd in coming years shall lie at rest	O2
Beneath your noontide shelter who shall pluck	W3
Your ripened fruit who grave as was the wont	X3
Of simple pastoral ages on the rind	B2
Of my smooth beeches some beloved name	Y3
Idly I ask yet may the eyes that look	H3
Upon you in your later nobler growth	Z3
Look also on a nobler age than ours	K2
An age when in the eternal strife between	A4
Evil and Good the Power of Good shall win	Q2
A grander mastery when kings no more	F3
Shall summon millions from the plough to learn	B4
The trade of slaughter and of populous realms	C4
Make camps of war when in our younger land	D4
The hand of ruffian Violence that now	M3
Is insolently raised to smite shall fall	E4
Unnerved before the calm rebuke of Law	F4
And Fraud his sly confederate shrink in shame	Y3
Back to his covert and forego his prey	C

William Cullen Bryant

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