QUOTE : Like spendthrift youths in spring's new fashions dressed,<br />Its bare thin branches burst in glorious flower.<br />Snow no more falls, but a bright rosy cloud<br />Tints hills and streams in one long sunset hour.<br /><br />Through this red flood my dream-boat makes its way,<br />While flutes sound chill from many a maiden's bower.<br />Sure from no earthly stock this beauty came,<br />But trees immortal round the Fairy Tower.