ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew -- Only more sure of all I thought was true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON PENITENTIAL PSALM: 143. DOMINE EXAUDI by THOMAS WYATT THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE [EXCELLENT] BALLADE OF CHARITIE by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1878 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |