Underneath the maple-tree <br />Gertrude worked her filigree, <br />All the summer long; <br />To sweet airs her voice was wed, <br />As she plied her golden thread; <br />Echo stealing through the grove <br />Filched away the words of love, <br />And the birds, from tree to tree, <br />Bore the witching melody <br />Through avenues of Song. <br /> <br />Underneath the maple-trees <br />Zephyrs chant her melodies, <br />All the summer long; <br />Words and airs no longer wed, <br />Death has snapped the vocal thread <br />Echo sleeping in the grove <br />Dreams of liquid airs of love, <br />And the birds among the trees <br />Fill with sweetest symphonies <br />Whole avenues of Song.<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gertrude-5/
