Shea-oak trees on a stormy day
F. Hart
O'er sandy tracts the shea-oak trees
Droop their long wavy grey-green trails:
And inland wandering moans and wails
The long blast of the ocean-breeze:
Like loose strings of a viol or harp
These answering sound -- now low, now sharp
And keen, a melancholy strain:
A death song o'er the mournful plain.