“ The hawthorn tree1
Is dear to me,2
The elver-stone likewise,3
The lonely air4
That lingers there,5
And thought that never dies.6
“ In evening glow7
The may will blow,8
The stone a shadow cast—9
And stone and tree10
A bield will be11
As in the summers past.12
“ And words as dear13
Will others hear,14
Beneath the hawthorn tree,15
In leafy May,16
At fall of day,17
Where I no more shall be.”18