No More Learning

--'Elaine'.


That beech will _gather brown_,
This _maple burn itself away_.

--'In Memoriam'.


The _wide-wing'd sunset_ of the misty marsh.

--'Last Tournament'.


But illustrations would be endless. Nothing seems to escape him in
Nature. Take the following:--


Like _a purple beech among the greens
Looks out of place_.

--'Edwin Morris'.


Or

Delays _as the tender ash delays
To clothe herself, when all the woods are green_.

--'The Princess'.


As _black as ash-buds in the front of March_.

--'The Gardener's Daughter'.


A gusty April morn
That _puff'd_ the swaying _branches into smoke_.

--'Holy Grail'.
So with flowers, trees, birds and insects:--


The fox-glove _clusters dappled bells_.

--'The Two Voices'.


The sunflower:--


_Rays round with flame its disk of seed_.

--'In Memoriam'.


The dog-rose:--


_Tufts of rosy-tinted snow_.

--'Two Voices'.


A _million emeralds_ break from the _ruby-budded lime_.

--'Maud'.


In gloss and hue the chestnut, _when the shell
Divides threefold to show the fruit within_.

--'The Brook'.


Or of a chrysalis:--


And flash'd as those
_Dull-coated_ things, _that making slide apart
Their dusk wing cases, all beneath there burns
A Jewell'd harness_, ere they pass and fly.

--'Gareth and Lynette'.

So again:--


Wan-sallow, as _the plant that feeds itself,
Root-bitten by white lichen_.

--'Id'.


And again:--


All the _silvery gossamers_
That _twinkle into green and gold_.

--'In Memoriam'.