. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . 36 THE FELLING OF THE TREES. _tJTS,N the groves, where birds are singing,\iy Loud the woodmans axe is ringing, ^1= And the trees are falling, falling, Like dead monarchs to the ground ; And the tree-tops, softly sighing, Li the world to which were clingingDont we hear the axe too ringing,While the sons of toil are falling In whole forests to the ground?And the souls of men are sighing,. Chant sad dirges for the dying,And the breezes low replying Seem to whisper all around :Tis the common fate theyre meeting,Soon or late will come
. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . 36 THE FELLING OF THE TREES. _tJTS,N the groves, where birds are singing,\iy Loud the woodmans axe is ringing, ^1= And the trees are falling, falling, Like dead monarchs to the ground ; And the tree-tops, softly sighing, Li the world to which were clingingDont we hear the axe too ringing,While the sons of toil are falling In whole forests to the ground?And the souls of men are sighing,. Chant sad dirges for the dying,And the breezes low replying Seem to whisper all around :Tis the common fate theyre meeting,Soon or late will come the greeting Of the woodman unto all !Some with gaunt arms grim and olden;Some with proud boughs ivy-folden ;Some with young-year leafage golden. Straight and tall 1Some with props and stays upholden,Lest they fall! 37 Murmring dirges for the dying,While all brave hearts are replying, Looking past the grassy mound : Tis the common lot we re or late must come the greetmgOf the Woodman Death to all ! whom Time has passed oer lightly !Some whose chubby hands clasp nightly !Some whose sad eyes light up brightly At the call .Some whose sparse locks glimmer whitely tAll must fall \ G. Weatherly.
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