THE Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown; "Shall I take them away?" said the Frost sweeping down. "No, leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown," Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown. The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung: "Shall I take them away?" said the Wind, as he swung. "No, leave them alone Till the berries have grown," Said the Tree, while his leaflets quivering hung. The Tree bore his fruit in the mid-summer glow: Said the girl, "May I gather thy berries now?" "Yes, all thou canst see: Take them; all are for thee," Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER WHY PLAGUE ME, LOVES? by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE MAGNOLIA TREE by EASTER ROHRER BECKER AFTERGLOW by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN RECIPROCAL KINDNESS THE PRIMARY LAW OF NATURE by VINCENT BOURNE |