'Tis said he had a tuneful tongue, Such happy intonation, Wherever he sat down and sung He left a small plantation; Wherever in a lonely grove He set up his forlorn pipes, The gouty oak began to move, And flounder into hornpipes. The mountain stirred its busy crown, The birch-tree swang her fragrant hair, The bramble cast her berry, The gin within the juniper Began to make him merry, The poplars, in long order due, The shock-head willows two and two Came wet-shod alder from the wave, Each plucked his one foot from the grave, Old elms came breaking from the vine, And, sweating rosin, plumped the pine And wasn't it a sight to see, When, ere his song was ended, Like some great landslip, tree by tree, The country-side descended; And shepherds from the mountain-eaves As dashed about the drunken leaves O, nature first was fresh to men, So youthful and so flexile then, You moved her at your pleasure. Twang out, my fiddle! shake the twigs! And make her dance attendance: Blow, flute, and stir the stiff-set sprigs, 'Tis vain! in such a brassy age I could not move a thistle; Or at the most, when three-parts-sick But what is that I hear? a sound O Lord! 't is in my neighbor's ground, They read Botanic Treatises, And Works on Gardening through there, And Methods of transplanting trees, To look as if they grew there. The withered Misses! how they prose By squares of tropic summer shut, Came wet-shod alder from the wave, Each plucked his one foot from the grave, Old elms came breaking from the vine, And, sweating rosin, plumped the pine And was n 't it a sight to see, When, ere his song was ended, Like some great landslip, tree by tree, The country-side descended; And shepherds from the mountain-eaves Looked down, half-pleased, half-frightened, As dashed about the drunken leaves O, nature first was fresh to men, You moved her at your pleasure. Blow, flute, and stir the stiff-set sprigs, 'Tis vain! in such a brassy age I could not move a thistle; But what is that I hear? a sound O Lord! - 't is in my neighbor's ground, They read Botanic Treatises, And Works on Gardening through there, And Methods of transplanting trees, To look as if they grew there. The withered Misses! how they prose |