A fir-tree stands so lonely On barren northern height. Drowsy it grows; the snowdrift Has wrought it a mantle white. It dreams of a distant palm-tree, That in some eastern land Alone, in silence mourning, On a burning cliff must stand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN, THE SAD QUEEN by PAUL VALERY BE TRUE [THYSELF] by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |