OAK of Guernica! Tree of holier power Than that which in Dodona did enshrine (So faith too fondly deemed) a voice divine Heard from the depths of its aerial bower -- How canst thou flourish at this blighting hour? What hope, what joy can sunshine bring to thee, Or the soft breezes from the Atlantic sea, The dews of morn, or April's tender shower? Stroke merciful and welcome would that be Which should extend thy branches on the ground, If never more within their shady round Those lofty-minded Lawgivers shall meet, Peasant and lord, in their appointed seat, Guardians of Biscay's ancient liberty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIVANDIERE ('70) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE OLD VAGABOND by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER TO A SPIRIT (2) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE JAY WALKER by BERTON BRALEY MAZEPPA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DREAM OF THE ROPEMAKER'S SON by RHYS CARPENTER RAINBOWS: FORGET-ME-NOTS by OLIVE CUSTANCE |