294 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



THE TRYSTING-TREE. 



i. 

 SING, sweet thrushes, forth and sing ! 



Meet the morn upon the lea ; 

 Are the emeralds of spring 



On the angler's trysting-tree ] 

 Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me, 

 Are there buds on our willow-tree ? 

 Buds and birds on the trysting-tree 1 



ii. 



Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing ! 



Have you met the honey-bee 

 Circling upon rapid wing 



Round the angler's trysting-tree ? 

 Up, sweet thrushes, up and see, 

 Are there bees at our willow-tree ? 

 Birds and bees at our trysting-tree ? 



in. 

 Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing ! 



Are the fountains gushing free ? 

 Is the south wind wandering 



Through the angler's trysting-tree 1 

 Up, sweet thrushes, tell to me 

 How stirs the wind through our willow-tree 1 

 How bend the boughs of the trysting-tree ? 



IV. 



Sing, sweet thrushes, up and sing ! 

 Wile us with a merry glee, 



