1.Whisper，thou tree，thou lonely tree-One where a thousand stood；Well might proud tales be told by thee，Last of the solemn wood.
2.Dwells there no voice amidst thy boughs，With leaves yet darkly green？
Stillness is round，and noontide glows；Tell us what thou hast seen.
“I have seen the forest shadows lie Where men now reap the corn；I have seen the kingly chase rush byThrough the deep gladesat morn，..”With the glance of many a gallant spear，And the wave of many a plume ，And the bounding of a hundred deer，-It hath lit the woodland‘s gloom.
5.“I have seen the knight and his train ride past，With his banner borne on high；O’er all my leaves there was brightness castFrom his gleaming panoply .
6.”And the merry men of wild and glen，In the green array they wore，Have feasted here with the red wine‘s cheerAnd the hunter-songs of yore .
7.“But now the noble forms are gone That walked the earth of old；The soft wind hath a mournful tone，The sunny light looks cold.
8.”There is no glory left us now Like the glory with the dead；I would that where they slumber now My latest leaves were shed.“9.O thou dark tree，thou lonely tree，Thou mournest for the past！
10.A lovely and a mirthful sound Of laughter meets mine ear，For the poor man‘s children sport around On the turf with naught to fear.
11.And roses lend that cabin A happy summer glow；wallAnd the door stands open free to all，For it recks not ofa foe.
12.And the village bells are on the breeze That stirs thy leaf，dark tree.
How can I mourn，’midst things like these，For the gloomy past with thee？
