A tree is built of many things Of soil stuff, slanting rain and hail; Of silent snow, and skies of blue Or lowering, of frost and gale. Into its sinewed might are forged No less the robin's song, the grays Of morning mist, the sunset gold, And rhythms of the marching days. And by the Master built into Cottage or templed shrine, it sings, For him who hears, in soundless strains The music of intangible things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY OUR BROTHER'S KEEPER by W. H. ANDERSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES THISTLE-DOWN by CLARA DOTY BATES |