The Lime-Tree.
AA LIME-TREE broad of bough and rough of trunkDeepens a shadow, as the evening cool,Over the Luggie gathering in deep poolContemplative, its waters summer-shrunk;The Lammas floods have sucked away the mouldAbout its roots, and now in bare sunshineLike knot of snakes they twine and intertwineFantastic implication, fold in fold.Secure in covert, ’neath the fringing fernLurks the bright-speckled trout, untroubled, saveWhen boyhood with a glorious unconcernEagerly plunges in the sleeping wave.Here the much-musing poet might recaptureThe inspiration flown, the vagrant rapture.
AA LIME-TREE broad of bough and rough of trunkDeepens a shadow, as the evening cool,Over the Luggie gathering in deep poolContemplative, its waters summer-shrunk;The Lammas floods have sucked away the mouldAbout its roots, and now in bare sunshineLike knot of snakes they twine and intertwineFantastic implication, fold in fold.Secure in covert, ’neath the fringing fernLurks the bright-speckled trout, untroubled, saveWhen boyhood with a glorious unconcernEagerly plunges in the sleeping wave.Here the much-musing poet might recaptureThe inspiration flown, the vagrant rapture.
AA LIME-TREE broad of bough and rough of trunkDeepens a shadow, as the evening cool,Over the Luggie gathering in deep poolContemplative, its waters summer-shrunk;The Lammas floods have sucked away the mouldAbout its roots, and now in bare sunshineLike knot of snakes they twine and intertwineFantastic implication, fold in fold.Secure in covert, ’neath the fringing fernLurks the bright-speckled trout, untroubled, saveWhen boyhood with a glorious unconcernEagerly plunges in the sleeping wave.Here the much-musing poet might recaptureThe inspiration flown, the vagrant rapture.
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