ABOUT the oak that framed this chair, of old The seasons danced their round; delighted wings Brought music to its boughs; shy woodland things Shared its broad roof, 'neath whose green glooms grown bold, Lovers, more shy than they, their secret told; The resurrection of a thousand springs Swelled in its veins, and dim imaginings Teased them, perchance, of life more manifold. Such shall it know when its proud arms enclose My Lady Goshawk, musing here at rest, Careless of him who into exile goes, Yet, while his gift by those fair limbs is prest, Through some fine sympathy of nature knows That, seas between us, she is still his guest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE POET'S CORNER by ALFRED AUSTIN THE ORDER OF NATURE by ANICIUS MANLIUS SEVERINUS BOETHIUS ABER STATIONS: STATIO SEPTIMA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN RATTLIN,' ROARIN' WILLIE by ROBERT BURNS |