Tree-Surprise
There 's a rapture in the air,
Thrilling all the branches bare
With the musical vibrations of an unheard tune;
Silent trees in winter trance
Feel a something in them dance,—
Then a leaf and bud commotion, and a world one June!
There 's a trouble in the air,
And a fog of white despair;
Stiff and black the trees are standing,—are they dead, all dead?
In an hour I lift my eyes,
And, behold! a tree-surprise,—
Every twig is flashing crystal from the white gloom bred!
Unheard music in the air,
Is it rapture or despair
In my tree of life the Hands will play for this day's tune?
But why ask it or why care,
With that gloom-born beauty there,
And the Hands to play December that shall yet play June?
Thrilling all the branches bare
With the musical vibrations of an unheard tune;
Silent trees in winter trance
Feel a something in them dance,—
Then a leaf and bud commotion, and a world one June!
There 's a trouble in the air,
And a fog of white despair;
Stiff and black the trees are standing,—are they dead, all dead?
In an hour I lift my eyes,
And, behold! a tree-surprise,—
Every twig is flashing crystal from the white gloom bred!
Unheard music in the air,
Is it rapture or despair
In my tree of life the Hands will play for this day's tune?
But why ask it or why care,
With that gloom-born beauty there,
And the Hands to play December that shall yet play June?
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.