The Wishing Tree

A tree, a tree, a wishing tree!
Beneath its shade I long to be;
Where whispering leaves and bending boughs
Offer their secrets to the plowes.

Under the wide and azure sky,
Where steady clouds are sailing high,
I cast my thoughts on dreams and hopes,
As sunlight weaves its goldenropes.

Oh, let me sit where breezes play,
And hear the joyous birds at play;
The world’s tumult will fade away,
And peace enfold me, come what may.

The flowers nodding at my feet,
With fragrance rich, I gladly greet;
Each petal sings of nature’s worth,
In her sweet bosom lies my mirth.

• Hartley Coleridge