They Are Dead; But They

All Things Are Symbols: The External Shows Of Nature Have Their Image In The Mind , As Flowers And Fruits And Falling Of The Leaves.

Gone Are The Birds That Were Our Summer Guests.

Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door On The Doctor's Nose.

Our Hearts Are Lamps For Ever Burning.

Under A Spreading Chestnut-tree The Village Smithy Stands; The Smith, A Mighty Man Is He, With Large And Sinewy Hands; And The Muscles Of His Brawny Arms Are Strong As Iron Bands.