318 THE LOG OF THE SUN 



In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, 



Upon a wintry height; 

 It sleeps; around it snows have throwa. 



A covering of white. 



It dreams forever of a Palm 



That, far i* the morning-land, 

 Stands silent in a most sad calm 



Midst of the burning sand. 

 {From the German of Heine.) Sidney Laniee. 



