More news of the tree stumps of Little Bowden.
This newly created stump is in the churchyard of the abandoned St Mary-in-Arden.
The anonymous tree-surgeon-cum-artist has thoughtfully fashioned a rather comfortable seat from the remains of the tree –
providing an excellent vantage point to sit and contemplate the abandoned church –
and muse on the changes wrought by time and the vanity of human wishes.
Perhaps our woodman has been reading William Cowper?
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade:
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view
Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew,
And now in the grass behold they are laid,
And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
The blackbird has fled to another retreat
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat;
And the scene where his melody charmed me before
Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,
With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
‘Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Short-lived as we are, our enjoyments, I see,
Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we.
4 thoughts on “The Tree Is My Seat That Once Lent Me A Shade”
I’m afraid so.
Is the tree a sessile oak?
Rather feebly, I’m not sure what it is. Though I have just spent the afternoon in the Hammond Arboretum at the Robert Smyth School, where they do have a sessile oak – and I don’t think it was one of those.