waxen hue of the grave; and the blue veins upon the lofty

"Can it deny the chiefdom of green groves?

"Or shall the tree be envious of the dove

"Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings

"To wander wherewithal and find its joys?

"We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs

"Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves,

"But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower

"Above us in their beauty, and must reign