The House Is Bleak And Cold Built So New For Me! All The Winds Upon The Wold Search It Through For Me; No Screening Trees Abound, And The Curious Eyes Around Keep On View For Me. "My Love, I Am Planting Trees As A Screen For You Both From Winds, And Eyes That Tease And Peer In For You. Only Wait Till They Have Grown, No Such Bower Will Be Known As I Mean For You." "Then I Will Bear It, Love, And Will Wait," She Said. - So, With Years, There Grew A Grove. "Skill How Great!" She Said. "As You Wished, Dear?" - "Yes, I See! But - I'm Dying; And For Me 'Tis Too Late," She Said.