Pipe blown through by the warm wild | Motionless, with heaped canvas drooping idly, Like a dim fleet by starving men besieged, Conjectured half, and half descried afar, Helpless of wind, and seeming to slip back Adown the smooth curve of the oily Where his mate dangles at her cup of | Their roots, like molten metal cooled in felt. Within his tent as if I were a bird, Eight balanced limbs, springing at once all round His deep-ridged trunk with upward slant diverse, In outline like enormous beaker, fit For hand of Jotun, where mid snow and mist He holds unwieldy revel. This tree, spared, I know not by what grace,- for in the blood Of our New World subduers lingers yet Is one of six, a willow Pleiades, brink Where the steep upland dips into the marsh, flowing, Till it possessed me wholly, and thought ceased, Or was transfused in something to which thought Is coarse and dull of sense. Myself was lost, Gone from me like an ache, and what remained Become a part of the universal joy. My soul went forth, and, mingling with the tree, Danced in the leaves; or, floating in the cloud, Saw its white double in the stream below; Or else, sublimed to purer ecstasy, seats, Making an o'erturned box their table. Oft Himself his large estate and only charge, | Between the branches of the tree fixed The shrilling girls sit here between school hours, And play at What's my thought like? while the boys, With whom the age chivalric ever bides, Pricked on by knightly spur of female eyes, Climb high to swing and shout on perilous boughs, Or, from the willow's armory equipped With musket dumb, green banner, edgeless sword, Make good the rampart of their treeredoubt 'Gainst eager British storming from below, And keep alive the tale of Bunker's Hill. Here, too, the men that mend our village ways, Vexing Macadam's ghost with pounded slate, Their nooning take; much noisy talk they spend On horses and their ills; and, as John Bull Tells of Lord This or That, who was his friend, So these make boast of intimacies long With famous teams, and add large estimates, By competition swelled from mouth to mouth, Of how much they could draw, till one, ill pleased To have his legend overbid, retorts: "You take and stretch truck-horses in |