240 ARBOR DAY 



happy Seed! It is not thine to die; 

 Thy wings bestow thine immortality, 



And thou canst bridge the deep and dark profound. 



1 hear the ecstatic song the wild bird flings, 

 In future summers, from thy leafy head! 



What hopes! what fears! what rapturous sufferings 

 What burning words of love will there be said! 

 What sobs what tears! what passionate whisper- 

 ings! 

 Under thy boughs, when I, alas! am dead. 



FROM 

 SUNRISE* 



BY SIDNEY LANIER 



I HAVE waked, I have come, my beloved! I might 



not abide: 

 I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, 



to hide 



In your gospelling glooms to be 

 As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the 



sea my sea. 



Tell me, sweet burly-bark'd, man-bodied Tree 

 That mine arms in the dark are embracing, dost 



know 

 From what fount are these tears at thy feet which 



flow? 



*From " The Poems of Sidney Lanier," copyright, 1884, 1891, 

 by Mary D. Lanier; published by Charles Scribner's Sons. 



