Do the pine-trees have a yearning
For a respite,—oft I wonder,—
From the lightning's jagged burning
And the shaking of the thunder?
From the wind's eternal plaining,
And the sun's undying fire,
Or the tempest-flood of raining?
Can their sinews never tire?
Do they weary of the quiver
Through the whole of Nature's breast,
And petition the All-Giver:
"Oh for rest, an hour of rest!"?
