When the storm fell'd our oak, and thou, fair wold, Wast seen beyond it, we were slow to take The lesson taught, for our old neighbour's sake. We thought thy distant presence wan and cold, And gave thee no warm welcome; for, whene'er We tried to dream him back into the place, Where late he stood, the giant of his race, 'Twas but to lift an eye, and thou wert there, His sad remembrancer, the monument That told us he was gone; but thou hast blent Thy beauty with our loss so long and well, That, in all future griefs, we may foretell Some lurking good behind each seeming ill, Beyond each fallen tree some fair blue hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH |