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THE TREE 17
She kept the hood thirty years just so:
“Be it spotless,” softly she cried,
“Then wear it I will, a gladsome bride,
When it to our Lord I show.”
She kept the hood forty years just so,
With her mother ever in mind.
“Little hood, be with me to this resigned,
That ne’er to the altar we’ll go.”
She steps to the chest where the hood has lain,
And seeks it with swelling heart;
She guides her hand to its place apart, —
But never a thread did remain.
THE TREE
(FROM ARNE)
Reapy with leaves and with buds stood the tree.
«Shall I take them?” the frost said, now puffing with glee.
“Oh my, no, let them stand,
Till flowers are at hand!”
All trembling from tree-top to root came the plea.
Flowers unfolding the birds gladly sung.
«Shall I take them?” the wind said and merrily swung.
“Oh my, no, let them stand,
Till cherries are at hand!”
Protested the tree, while it quivering hung.
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