… The wintry wind beat against the weary trees,
that stood naked, yet firm in the frozen breeze.
Drenched in the trees of distressed dawn,
they wept in the bosom of the winter morn…
… Half dead leaves twitched on the ground.
Writhed in pain but made no sound;
lest they disturb the spring time flowers,
that slept blissfully under the mound.
… Amidst the trees, where I stood, I heard-
a melancholy dirge of some lonely bird,
whose friends to warmer skies had fled;
and at its feet its love lay dead.
… There, beside the brook, beneath a barren tree,
Suddenly I saw a chrysanthemum solitary;
dressed in gold and decked with dew.
It stood there smiling in all its glory!! …