Sender: Kawekaweau
Text on card: The Bay Tree
What an emotive picture. I showed it to my family members and everybody agreed that it is a lovely setting but feels rather sad & lonely. What do you think?
The Green Bay Tree by Charles Mackay
Where is the place of their first fond meeting,
Where, oh where, is that green bay tree,
Under whose cover
The maid and her lover
Plighted their troth and their constancy?"
O the winter nights were bleak and dreary,
The storms of summer were fierce and free;
Its trunk is shattered,
Its branches are scattered,
O! withered and dead is that green bay tree!
Under whose cover
The maid and her lover
Plighted their troth and their constancy?"
O the winter nights were bleak and dreary,
The storms of summer were fierce and free;
Its trunk is shattered,
Its branches are scattered,
O! withered and dead is that green bay tree!
Where are the lovers who courted its shadow,
Where, oh where, may those fond ones be?
The troth which they plighted,
How is it requited--
Say, have they forgotten that green bay tree?"
The lover was fickle, and would not remember;
He met with another more fair than she;
For her--broken-hearted,
Her peace hath departed,
The maiden doth fade like the green bay tree!
Where, oh where, may those fond ones be?
The troth which they plighted,
How is it requited--
Say, have they forgotten that green bay tree?"
The lover was fickle, and would not remember;
He met with another more fair than she;
For her--broken-hearted,
Her peace hath departed,
The maiden doth fade like the green bay tree!
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Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon
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