Nion

The Tree

Ye Rocks Sublime, Whose Tops Depending O'er

Did I Not See Thee Ope Thy Lovely Eye

Why Do I Muse on Moments That Are Past

O Take Me from the Hated Haunts of Man

Romantic Shades, By Nature Wildly Drest!

Now Wild the Blasts of Autumn Sweep Along

Where Are the Tearful Smile of Youthful Spring

Yon Oak Has Brav’d Full Many a Wintry Storm