AN INLAND SPRUCE.

Peasant of northern forests, humble tree, Kirtled and frocked in all-year homespun green, And lacking not among thy kind the mien Of such as bear the white sails gallantly! Magician thou! Thy full-breathed symphony Of spacious dream dissolves the walls between Me now and nature's organ-voicëd queen, The multitudinous ongoing sea! The sheeny garb from thy tall shoulders hung, Making thy spiry form like vase antique For resinous balms of frankincense and myrrh, And round the bearded skirts the drowsy purr Of life, and murmurings of thy sea-harp strung,— Touch thee to kinship fine with Celt and Greek.