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I kiss it twice, I kiss it thrice,
The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetise
The baby-oak within.
But thou, while kingdoms overset,
Or lapse from hand to hand, Thy leaf shall never fail, nor yet
Thine acorn in the land.
May never saw dismember thee,
Nor wielded axe disjoint, That art the fairest-spoken tree
From here to Lizard-point.
O rock upon thy towery top
All throats that gurgle sweet! All starry culmination drop
Balm-dews to bathe thy feet!
grass of silky feather growAnd while he sinks or swells
The full south-breeze around thee blow
The sound of minster bells.
The fat earth feed thy branchy root,
That under deeply strikes !
High up, in silver spikes !
Nor ever lightning char thy grain,
But, rolling as in sleep,
That makes thee broad and deep!
And hear me swear a solemn oath,
That only by thy side
And gain her for my bride.
And when my marriage-morn may fall,
She, Dryad-like, shall wear Alternate leaf and acorn-ball
In wreath about her hair.
And I will work in prose and rhyme,
And praise thee more in both Than bard has honour'd beech or lime,
Or that Thessalian growth,
In which the swarthy ringdove sat,
And mystic sentence spoke; And more than England honours that,
Thy famous brother-oak,
Wherein the younger Charles abode
Till all the paths were dim, And far below the Roundhead rode,
And humm'd a surly hymn.
LOVE AND DUTY.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
Shall Error in the round of time
Still father Truth? O shall the braggart shout
If this were thus, if this, indeed, were all,
The staring eye glazed o'er with sapless days,
Will some one say, then why not ill for good ?
-So let me think 'tis well for thee and me-