O pine trees singing in the early spring What is the song you chant so well tonight? The breeze takes up your melody to sing; A lover's moon sifts out a softer light. You sound your needles like wind chimes of old, And voices hush to hear your mystic lay. O pine trees singing in a night of gold, What is your message for the coming day? Shall hope become the burden of the chant You broadcast to the wanderers as they go? So hearing this they may more firmly plant Such seeds of song to grow for friend and foe. And so it is by listening you may hear This melody of pine song every year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |