mon jardin ☛ Betula nigra . (aka the earl cully ‘Heritage’ river birch) Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine, Among thy leaves that palpitate forever, And in thee, a pining nymph had prisoned The soul, once of some tremulous inland river, Quivering to tell her woe, but ah! dumb, dumb forever. . . . Thou art to me like my beloved maiden, So frankly coy, so full of trembly confidences; Thy shadow scarce seems shade, thy pattering leaflets Sprinkle their gathered sunshine oer my senses, And Nature gives me all her summer confidences… ~ james russell lowell —The Birch - Tree. (1902)
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 15:20:31 +0000
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