On a Young Tree

GROWING NEAR A TOMB , 1812

Ree! Tree! Tree! little Tree!
Growing as thou dost grow,
Thou shalt be high as the tomb
When I shall be just as low!
While I am returning to earth,
Earth will be turning to thee;
Of the very same earth I am
Thy beautiful growth may be!
And so, neither mistress nor friend need I crave,
But shade my own relics, and show my own grave.
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