SET by the meadows, with great oaks to guard, Huge as their kin for Sherwood's outlaw grew, Oaks that the Indian's bow and wigwam knew And by whose branches yet the sky is barred — Lightning, nor flame, nor whirlwind evil-starred Disturbed its calm; but, lapsing centuries through, Peace kept its doors though war's wild trumpets blew; And still it stands beside its oaks, unscarred. Ah, happy hostelry, that Washington And Lafayette among its guests can number, With many a squire and dame of old renown! — Happiest that from the Poet it has won Tales that will ever keep its fame from slumber, Songs that will echo sweet the ages down! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT THE LORD OF THOULOUSE; A LEGEND OF LANGUEDOC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |