My branches are so fresh and gay
That you might look at me [9] and say,
This Plant can never die. 80
IX “’The butterfly, all
green and gold,
To
me hath often flown,
Here
in my blossoms to behold
Wings
lovely as his own.
When
grass is chill with rain or dew,
85
Beneath
my shade, the mother-ewe
Lies
with her infant lamb; I see
The
love they to each other make,
And
the sweet joy which they partake,
It
is a joy to me.’
90
X “Her voice was blithe, her
heart was light;
The
Broom might have pursued
Her
speech, until the stars of night
Their
journey had renewed;
But
in the branches of the oak
95
Two
ravens now began to croak
Their
nuptial song, a gladsome air;
And
to her own green bower the breeze
That
instant brought two stripling bees
To
rest, or [10] murmur there.
100
XI “One night, my Children!
from the north
There
came a furious blast; [11]
At
break of day I ventured forth,
And
near the cliff I passed.
The
storm had fallen upon the Oak,
105
And
struck him with a mighty stroke,
And
whirled, and whirled him far away;
And,
in one hospitable cleft,
The
little careless Broom was left
To
live for many a day.”
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VARIANTS ON THE TEXT
[Variant 1:
1820.
... thundering, ... 1800.]
[Variant 2:
1815.
... half giant and half sage, 1800.]
[Variant 3:
1820.
It came, you know, with fire and smoke
And hither did it bend its way.
1800.
And hitherward it bent its way. 1802.]
[Variant 4:
1836.
The Thing had better been asleep,
Whatever thing it were,
Or Breeze, or Bird, or fleece of Sheep,
That first did plant you there.
1800.
Or Breeze, or Bird, or Dog, or Sheep, 1802.]
[Variant 5:
1820.
That it is true, and more than true, 1800.]
[Variant 6:
1827.
... be we young or old, 1800.]
[Variant 7:
1836.
Here spread ... 1800.]
[Variant 8:
1815.
The Spring for me a garland weaves
Of yellow flowers and verdant leaves,
1800.]