As of children five, All dear—of Mary, Janet, Lucy, Tom and Dick— There's one a little more Than dear, a richer trouble than the rest, Sweeter for joys and agitations sick; And as of women one Is loved than all most lovely women more; As even Solomon of his score-score Dusk concubines remembers one who wore The shape that only dreams had shown before:— So I of trees, Of Elm and Oak and Beech and Ash and Yew, And all the breathing rest, Give my wide-branchèd heart to one that with it grew. The loud autumnal winds their noise subdue Upon her breast, The low skies droop and huddle upon her breast, The brief-seen stars glitter upon her breast At rest.—But which that tree Of the five trees is known to her alone, and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ETERNITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |