LIX. "And yet it was a graceful gift — As when I see the woodman lift LX. "I shook him down because he was The finest on the tree. He lies beside thee on the grass. O kiss him once for me! LXI. "O kiss him twice and thrice for me, That have no lips to kiss, For never yet was oak on lea Shall grow so fair as this." LXII. Step deeper yet in herb and fern, Look further through the chace, Spread upward till thy boughs discern The front of Sumner-place. LXIII. This fruit of thine by Love is blest, That but a moment lay Where fairer fruit of Love may rest Some happy future day. LXIV. I kiss it twice, I kiss it thrice, The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetize The baby-oak within. LXV. But thou, while kingdoms overset, Or lapse from hand to hand, Thy leaf shall never fail, nor yet Thine acorn in the land. LXVI. May never saw dismember thee, From here to Lizard point. LXVII. O rock upon thy towery top Balm-dews to bathe thy feet! LXVIII. All grass of silky feather grow And while he sinks or swells The full south-breeze around thee blow The sound of minster bells. LXIX. The fat earth feed thy branchy root, That under deeply strikes! The northern morning o'er thee shoot, High up, in silver spikes! LXX. Nor ever lightning char thy grain, But, rolling as in sleep, Low thunders bring the mellow rain, That makes thee broad and deep! LXXI. And hear me swear a solemn oath, That only by thy side Will I to Olive plight my troth, And gain her for my bride. LXXII. And when my marriage-morn may fall, She, Dryad-like, shall wear Alternate leaf and acorn-ball In wreath about her hair. LXXIII. And I will work in prose and rhyme, LXXIV. In which the swarthy ringdove sat, And more than England honors that, |