I wonder if my growth had started soon In early morning, when all life was fresh, I might have been a tree whose giant mesh Lifts a cool shielding to the glare of noon -- A grand heroic tree whose hungry roots Reach to the secret places of the earth -- A mighty arbor, giant from my birth, Scornful of lesser growth and its disputes. But no, this little seed was planted deep. It lay quite dormant through those careless years. And only late its life began to leap Inhibited by timid doubts and fears. I shall be thankful if its growth insure A little pot plant, perfect, miniature. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES [MAY 10, 1863] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE BLIND ASTRONOMER by THOMAS ASA THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE A POEM, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM LAW, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY by ROBERT BLAIR |