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“This massy trunk that lies along, And many more must fall —
For the very knave
Who digs the grave,
The elm shall have them all !
“The tall abounding elm that grows
In hedge-rows up and down ;
And in the peopled town,
That nestle on its crown.
“And well the abounding elm may grow
In field and hedge so rife,
And mid the city's strife,
Shall end a human life!"
The phantom ends : the shade is gone ;
The sky is clear and bright; On turf, and moss, and fallen tree
There glows a ruddy light;
The rabbit comes to bite.
The thrush's mate beside her sits
And pipes a merry lay ;
And on the larch's spray
To catch its tiny prey.
The gentle hind and dappled fawn
Are coming up the glade ;
Is glad, and not afraid, -
The shadow leaves a shade.
A secret, vague, prophetic gloom,
As though by certain mark
Within whose rugged bark
Its narrow house and dark.
That mystic tree which breathes to me
A sad and solemn sound,
And sometimes underground;
Where lofty elms abound.
THE HAUNTED HOUSE.
“ A jolly place," said he, “in times of old,
Hart-Leap Well, by WORDSWORTH.
YUOME dreams we have are nothing else
but dreams, Ve Unnatural and full of contradictions ; Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions.
It might be only on enchanted ground;
But in the spirit, or the flesh, I found
A residence for woman, child, and man,
Unhinged the iron gates half open hung, Jarred by the gusty gales of many winters, That from its crumbled pedestal had flung One marble globe in splinters.
No dog was at the threshold, great or small ; No pigeon on the roof — no household crea
ture — No cat demurely dozing on the wall, — Not one domestic feature.
No human figure stirred, to go or come,
ment; No chimney smoked — there was no sign of
home From parapet to basement,
With shattered panes the grassy court was
starred ; The time-worn coping-stone had tumbled
after; And through the ragged roof the sky shone,
barred With naked beam and rafter.
O’er all there hung a shadow and a fear ;
The flower grew wild and rankly as the weed,
But gay or gloomy, steadfast or infirm,
tion ; All times and tides were lost in one long term Of stagnant desolation.
The wren had built within the porch, she