Grief’'s Aeglect. 
| Tennyson. 
eee the garden bough shall sway, 
The tender blossom flutter down, 
Unloved that beech will gather brown, 
This maple burn itself away. 
Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair, 
Ray round with flames her disk of seed, 
And many a rose carnation feed 
With Summer spice the humming air. 
Unloved, by many a sandy bar 
The brook shall babble down the plain, 
At noon, or when the lesser wain 
Is twisting round the polar star. 
- Uncared for, gird the windy grove, 
And flood the haunts of hern and crake; 
Or into silver arrows break 
The sailing moon in creek and cove. 



—i pe oe aso 
bh —— Jf bt fee! 
