There is magnificence in one gaunt tree That late November storms have weathered bare -- (A form that wears its starkness gallantly!) In Spring, soft fairy buds enchant the air And cradle on the tree's rough arms to flower -- (For only strength has gentleness to spare!) Gay summer clothes the tree in gorgeous shower Of pendants like great emeralds that gleam -- (So loveliness may cover hidden power!) November storms now ruin Summer's dreams -- (A @3weathered strength@1 is Beauty, too, it seems!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO WISDOM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NEW YORK HARBOR by PARK BENJAMIN SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |