Line above line the nursling larches planted, Still as they climb with interspace more wide, Let in and out the sunny beams that slanted, And shot and crankled down the mountain's side. The larches grew, and darker grew the shade; And sweeter aye the fragrance of the Spring; Pink pencils all the spiky boughs arrayed, And small green needles called the birds to sing. They grew apace as fast as they could grow, As fain the tawny fell to deck and cover, They haply thought to soothe the pensive woe, Or hide the joy of stealthy tripping lover. Ah, larches! that shall never be your lot; Nought shall you have to do with amorous weepers, Nor shall ye prop the roof of cozy cot, But rumble out your days as railway sleepers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LAUGHING SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE BOSTON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DEATH OF YE LIFE OF LOVE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |