Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, like

eagles' talons,)

But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, some

summer--bursting forth,

To verdant leaves, or sheltering shade--to nourishing fruit,

Apples and grapes--the stalwart limbs of trees emerging--the fresh,

free, open air,

And love and faith, like scented roses blooming.