Elizabethan days . EPITAPH FOR A DEAD PINE TREE TRAIGHT and noble the pine tree stood,Staunch through years gainst storm and flood,Until the lightnings cruel strokeOn its dark crest, dread hatred broke;Then, dying, to the winds the tree did callTo smite it, from its barkless pall;A skeleton, so bleak and grim,A warning of the tempests vim,Until the north winds kindly gustWill send it tottering to the dust. 1895. 66. THAT EVENING N pensive mood my mind recallsThat pretty maid below in the stalls,On the night we saw the Power of the Press,And a sigh for joy I cant repress,When I think of the eve

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Elizabethan days . EPITAPH FOR A DEAD PINE TREE TRAIGHT and noble the pine tree stood,Staunch through years gainst storm and flood,Until the lightnings cruel strokeOn its dark crest, dread hatred broke;Then, dying, to the winds the tree did callTo smite it, from its barkless pall;A skeleton, so bleak and grim,A warning of the tempests vim,Until the north winds kindly gustWill send it tottering to the dust. 1895. 66. THAT EVENING N pensive mood my mind recallsThat pretty maid below in the stalls,On the night we saw the Power of the Press,And a sigh for joy I cant repress,When I think of the evening so pleasantly spent(But alas, the moments too quickly went). They told me it was a wonderful play, But I read my play-bill dreamily, And thanked kind fate for an evening like this, Within the presence of Beatrice.

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