@3Bring away this sacred tree, The tree of grace and bounty, Set it in Bel-Anna's eye, For she, she, only she Can all knotted spells untie. Pulled from the stock, let her blest hands convey To any suppliant hand a bough, And let that hand advance it now Against a charm, that charm shall fade away.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES MY MOTHER by WILLIAM BELL SCOTT THE FROGS: THE RIVAL POETS by ARISTOPHANES |