PINE-TREE swaying, swaying softly, Envy not my Lady so, Though she moves with lovelier motion Than your swaying boughs can show. Sigh not, little breeze, O, sigh not In the tree-tops everywhere; Though you have no sound more joyous Than her laughter on the air! Pout not so your lips, red rosebud, Red lips green-engarlanded; Though her mouth has lovelier moulding Round her soft lips' lovelier red. Envy not, O, wild red rosebud, Sighing breeze, and pine-tree tall, One whose beauty makes the world you Live in, lovelier for you all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE THE BIRDS: THE BIRDS' LIFE by ARISTOPHANES A MODERN SAPPHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD PSALM 13 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FOR THE SOUL'S KEEPING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE STRING AROUND MY FINGER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE NORTH SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |