TREES, gracious trees! -- how rich a gift ye are, Crown of the earth! to human hearts and eyes! How doth the thought of home, in lands afar, Linked with your forms and kindly whisperings rise! How the whole picture of a childhood lies Oft 'midst your boughs forgotten, buried deep! Till, gazing through them up the summer skies, As hushed we stand, a breeze perchance may creep, And old, sweet leaf-sounds reach the inner world Where memory coils -- and lo! at once unfurled, The past, a glowing scroll, before our sight Spreads clear; while, gushing from their long-sealed urn, Young thoughts, pure dreams, undoubting prayers return, And a lost mother's eye gives back its holy light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONG OF THE SPANISH JEWS by GRACE AGUILAR THE RIVER STOUR by WILLIAM BARNES THE DROWNED BOY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |