O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so wise, 5 As might confound the atheist’s sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound; 10 But, as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear. I love to view these things with curious eyes, And moralize; And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree 15 Can emblems see, Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, One which may profit in the after-time. Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear Harsh and austere; 20 To those who on my leisure would intrude, Reserved and rude;-- Gentle at home amid my friends I’d be, Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, 25 Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. 30 And as when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they; But when the bare and wintry woods we see, 35 What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree? So serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng; So would I seem amid the young and gay More grave than they; 40 That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree. _Robert Southey._ CLXXIV _THE SQUIRE’S PEW._ A slanting ray of evening light Shoots through the yellow pane: It makes the faded crimson bright, And gilds the fringe again; The window’s gothic framework falls 5 In oblique shadows on the walls. And since those trappings first were new, How many a cloudless day, To rob the velvet of its hue, Has come and passed away! 10 How many a setting sun hath made That curious lattice-work of shade! Crumbled beneath the hillock green The cunning hand must be, That carved this fretted door, I ween, 15 Acorn and fleur-de-lis; And now the worm hath done her part In mimicking the chisel’s art.