BETA

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 be,11
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