Talk not to me of summer trees

Talk not to me of Sum mer[^a1] Trees
The foliage of the mind
A Tabernacle is for Birds
Of no cor poreal[^a2] kind
And winds do go that way at noon
To their Etherial Homes
Whose Bu gles[^a3] call the least of us
Receipted with encoresTounreported undepicted Realms

[^a1: Sum mer | Summer]

[^a2: cor poreal | corporeal]

[^a3: Bu gles | Bugles]