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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.

The Tree

Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (1661–1720)

FAIR tree, for thy delightful shade

’Tis just that some return be made;

Sure, some return is due from me

To thy cool shadows and to thee.

When thou to birds dost shelter give

Thou music dost from them receive;

If travellers beneath thee stay

Till storms have worn themselves away,

That time in praising thee they spend,

And thy protecting power commend;

The shepherd here, from scorching freed,

Tunes to thy dancing leaves his reed,

Whilst his loved nymph, in thanks, bestows

Her flowery chaplets on thy boughs.

Shall I then only silent be,

And no return be made by me?

No! let this wish upon thee wait,

And still to flourish be thy fate;

To future ages mayst thou stand

Untouched by the rash workman’s hand,

Till that large stock of sap is spent

Which gives thy summer’s ornament;

Till the fierce winds, that vainly strive

To shock thy greatness whilst alive,

Shall on thy lifeless hour attend,

Prevent the axe, and grace thy end,

Their scattered strength together call

And to the clouds proclaim thy fall;

Who then their evening dews may spare,

When thou no longer art their care,

But shalt, like ancient heroes, burn,

And some bright hearth be made thy urn.