Beside a tomb I saw a crimson tree -- (A graceful, noble model of tree art) -- Within a cemetery, old, apart. There lesser trees like lesser gods that be Stood round in poses most deject, leaf-free. Like drops of crimson from a bleeding heart This tree its leaves to grave-mounds did compart, And shared with them its immortality. Beside the grave-mounds of dead lives there stands. With loving arms and rooted in the sod, The One, who everlastingly demands Annulment of final death -- knows the clod, And yet knows heav'n -- whose pow'r all life commands -- The living, crimson tree -- the Christ of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE BATTLE OF QUEENSTOWN by WILLIAM BANKER JR. VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST by VINCENT BOURNE |