Not Meagre, Latent Boughs AloneNot meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, likeeagles’ talons,)But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, somesummer—bursting forth,To verdant leaves, or sheltering shade—to nourishing fruit,Apples and grapes—the stalwart limbs of trees emerging—the fresh,free, open air,And love and faith, like scented roses blooming.
Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, likeeagles’ talons,)But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, somesummer—bursting forth,To verdant leaves, or sheltering shade—to nourishing fruit,Apples and grapes—the stalwart limbs of trees emerging—the fresh,free, open air,And love and faith, like scented roses blooming.