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HE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me...

O leave this barren spot to me
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree
Though bush or floweret never
My dark unwarming shade below;

Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom,
Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where the light of life has fled, And the jealous curtains close Round the passionless repose Of the silent dead
Plod, ...

The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a
This early May morn when there is none to wed

I wonder about the trees
Why do we wish to
Forever the noise of
More than another

Before you can learn the trees, you have to
The language of the trees
That's done indoors,
Out of a book, which now you think of

and he cried with a loud voice:
Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation They are cutting down the great plane-trees at the end of the gardens
For days there has been the grate of the saw, the swish of the branches...

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;