In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 101

Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway,

    The tender blossom flutter down,

    Unloved, that beech will gather brown,

This maple burn itself away;

Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair,

    Ray round with flames her disk of seed,

    And many a rose carnation feed

With summer spice the humming air;

Unloved, by many a sandy bar,

    The brook shall babble down the plain,

    At noon or when the lesser wain

Is twisting round the polar star;

Uncared for, gird the windy grove,

    And flood the haunts of hern and crake;

    Or into silver arrows break

The sailing moon in creek and cove;

Till from the garden and the wild

    A fresh association blow,

    And year by year the landscape grow

Familiar to the stranger's child;

As year by year the labourer tills

    His wonted glebe, or lops the glades;

    And year by year our memory fades

From all the circle of the hills.