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 thrown 



A covering of white. 



It dreams forever of a Pahn 



That, far i' the moming-land, 

 Stands silent in a most sad cahu 

 Midst of the burning sand. 

 {Fr»m the German of Heine.) Sidkey Lakieb. 



