Under two Trees
Upon the deep green moss I lie,
And watch the beech against the sky.
The sunny boughs are letting through
A million little gleams of blue.
The Tree of Life could never be
More full of heaven than this tree;
For each green leaf within my view
Seems matched with one of shining blue.
I lie and think—for who can know
What on the other side may grow?—
Suppose these gleams of blue were each
The leaves of some blue heavenly beech,
Whose azure top had come to be
Blent with the green top of our tree,
And whose immortal boughs of blue
Let gleams of earthly emerald through.
And oh! if underneath that tree
Lay some one dead, who thought of me!
