The Poems of Henry Van Dyke eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 381 pages of information about The Poems of Henry Van Dyke.

The Poems of Henry Van Dyke eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 381 pages of information about The Poems of Henry Van Dyke.

  “Oh, why did I wish for golden leaves?”
  The fir-tree said, “I forgot that thieves
  Would be sure to rob me in passing by. 
  If the fairies would give me another try,
  I’d wish for something that cost much less,
  And be satisfied with glass for my dress!”
  Then he fell asleep; and, just as before,
  The fairies granted his wish once more. 
  When the night was gone, and the sun rose clear,
  The tree was a crystal chandelier;
  And it seemed, as he stood in the morning light,
  That his branches were covered with jewels bright. 
  “Aha!” said the tree.  “This is something great!”
  And he held himself up, very proud and straight;
  But a rude young wind through the forest dashed,
  In a reckless temper, and quickly smashed
  The delicate leaves.  With a clashing sound
  They broke into pieces and fell on the ground,
  Like a silvery, shimmering shower of hail,
  And the tree stood naked and bare to the gale.

  Then his heart was sad; and he cried, “Alas
  For my beautiful leaves of shining glass! 
  Perhaps I have made another mistake
  In choosing a dress so easy to break. 
  If the fairies only would hear me again
  I’d ask them for something both pretty and plain: 
  It wouldn’t cost much to grant my request,—­
  In leaves of green lettuce I’d like to be dressed!”
  By this time the fairies were laughing, I know;
  But they gave him his wish in a second; and so
  With leaves of green lettuce, all tender and sweet,
  The tree was arrayed, from his head to his feet. 
  “I knew it!” he cried, “I was sure I could find
  The sort of a suit that would be to my mind. 
  There’s none of the trees has a prettier dress,
  And none as attractive as I am, I guess.” 
  But a goat, who was taking an afternoon walk,
  By chance overheard the fir-tree’s talk. 
  So he came up close for a nearer view;—­
  “My salad!” he bleated, “I think so too! 
  You’re the most attractive kind of a tree,
  And I want your leaves for my five-o’clock tea.” 
  So he ate them all without saying grace,
  And walked away with a grin on his face;
  While the little tree stood in the twilight dim,
  With never a leaf on a single limb.

  Then he sighed and groaned; but his voice was weak—­
  He was so ashamed that he could not speak. 
  He knew at last he had been a fool,
  To think of breaking the forest rule,
  And choosing a dress himself to please,
  Because he envied the other trees. 
  But it couldn’t be helped, it was now too late,
  He must make up his mind to a leafless fate! 
  So he let himself sink in a slumber deep,
  But he moaned and he tossed in his troubled sleep,
  Till the morning touched him with joyful beam,
  And he woke to find it was all a dream. 
  For there in his evergreen dress he stood,
  A pointed fir in the midst of the wood! 
  His branches were sweet with the balsam smell,
  His needles were green when the white snow fell. 
  And always contented and happy was he,—­
  The very best kind of a Christmas tree.

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