O fair and forest tree Where shall your great hands be, In depths of shadows black Or test in air? And shall you hold the stain Of sunlight or of rain When I walk down the wood And find you there? And shall the moonlight soft O'er swathe thee from aloft, Like any faithful saint To reverence wed? Or shall the thunder crash, And wave its burning lash, Leaving a hundred monarchs Stricken and dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS |