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The Tree, the Bird, and the Leaf

The Tree, the Bird, and the Leaf The Tree, the Bird, and the Leaf There's a tree grows in a garden That bears both leaf and fruit, And grace is of its branches And strength is of its root; And the leaf thereof should not wither Though the fruit ripen and fall If my Love loved me as I love, If my Love loved me at all. There's a bird nests in the green leaves Of that tree. Its airy note Of joy and sweet sorrow And the tree should not fall in the garden Nor the brave bird cease to call Is ceaseless in its throat If my Love loved me as I love, If my Love loved me at all. There is dew on the leaf of that green tree Where the bird is thralled in song; In the shadow of the branches It is morning all day long, And morning should be forever And the night should never fall If my Love loved me as I love, If my Love loved me at all. --Byron Herbert Reece Reprinted, with permission, from Fable in the Blood, edited by Jim Clark. The University of Georgia Press, 2002. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The Tree, the Bird, and the Leaf

Appalachian Review , Volume 31 (2) – Jan 8, 2003

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The Tree, the Bird, and the Leaf There's a tree grows in a garden That bears both leaf and fruit, And grace is of its branches And strength is of its root; And the leaf thereof should not wither Though the fruit ripen and fall If my Love loved me as I love, If my Love loved me at all. There's a bird nests in the green leaves Of that tree. Its airy note Of joy and sweet sorrow And the tree should not fall in the garden Nor the brave bird cease to call Is ceaseless in its throat If my Love loved me as I love, If my Love loved me at all. There is dew on the leaf of that green tree Where the bird is thralled in song; In the shadow of the branches It is morning all day long, And morning should be forever And the night should never fall If my Love loved me as I love, If my Love loved me at all. --Byron Herbert Reece Reprinted, with permission, from Fable in the Blood, edited by Jim Clark. The University of Georgia Press, 2002.

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 2003

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