"The house is bleak and cold
        Built so new for me!
All the winds upon the wold
        Search it through for me;
No screening trees abound,
And the curious eyes around
        Keep on view for me."

"My Love, I am planting trees
        As a screen for you
Both from winds, and eyes that tease
        And peer in for you.
Only wait till they have grown,
No such bower will be known
        As I mean for you."

"Then I will bear it, Love,
        And will wait," she said.
- So, with years, there grew a grove.
        "Skill how great!" she said.
"As you wished, Dear?"—"Yes, I see!
But—I'm dying; and for me
        'Tis too late," she said.