Ii

For now at last, they have beheld the trees. Lo, even these!-- The men of sounding laughter and low fears; The women of light laughter, and no tears; The great ones of the town. And those, of most renown, That once sold doves,--now grown so pennywise To bargain with forlorner merchandise,-- They buy and sell, they buy and sell again, The life-long toil of men. Worn with their market strife to dispossess The blind,--the fatherless, They too go forth, to breathe of budding trees, And woods with beckoning wonders new unfurled. Yes, even these: The money-changers and the Pharisees; The rulers of the darkness of this world.

(O choiring Summer tree, Bear yet awhile with me.)