Reach up and pluck a branch, and give it me, That I may hang it in my Northern room, That I may find it there, and wake and see -- Not you! not you! -- dead leaves and wintry gloom. O senseless olives, wherefore should I take Your leaves to balm a heart that can but ache? Why should I take you hence, that can but show How much is left behind? I do not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING YOUTH AND ART by ROBERT BROWNING THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS |