IN the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, Upon a wintry height; It sleeps: around it snows have thrown A covering of white. It dreams forever of a Palm That, far i' the Morning-land, Stands silent in a most sad calm Midst of the burning sand. POINT LOOKOUT PRISON, 1864. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHAT I LIVE FOR by GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |