I had a cherry tree, one day, Against my garden wall; There came a heavy wind by night, And made it crash and fall. I hired a man, and gave him gold, To lift my tree up straight. He nailed it back, nor missed one twig, And knew it was too late. He knew my tree was old and dead, Yet worked with fiendish glee: How lovely he has nailed his Christ On my dead cherry tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LORD SPEAKS by KARLE WILSON BAKER CAFE TORTONI ('81) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AN OLD DREAM by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE PALACE OF OMARTES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON THE PATH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE MIDDLEBURY, VERMOUNT, FAIR by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE MATHEMATICIAN by NELSON ANTRIM CRAWFORD |