SOON, but not alone to die, Kinsman Tree, Limbed and leafless must thou lie, Doomed, alas, for Me; Yea, for Me, as I for all, Must thou first a victim fall. Thou for me the bitter fruit Loth to bear, Must of Death's accursed root Shame reluctant share. Thus the Father's will divine Seals thy fate to compass Mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART |