encased in bark that separates entire,
I pray to learn the craft, that with my rhyme
I'll trace in bark the song that you require.
In emerald sweet sway leaves not yet gone cold
'neath autumn's blast, harsh winds that shake the frame.
See to the left high summer's health unrolled,
while rightward wave veined flags of scarlet flame.
You trunk, you limbs that stretch in every way,
lie hid beneath the vision eye receives.
These may outlast the flags that waved today;
but know that naught remains, no flesh but leaves.
Oh noble tree, for catching light designed,
you form the image of my inmost mind!
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