New England woods are fair of face, And warm with tender, homely grace, Not vast with tropic mystery, Nor scant with arctic poverty, But fragrant with familiar balm, And happy in a household calm. And such, O land of shining star Hitched to a cart! thy poets are, So wonted to the common ways Of level nights and busy days, Yet painting hackneyed toil and ease With glories of the Pleiades. For Bryant is an aged oak, Beloved of Time, and sober folk; And Whittier, a hickory, The workman's and the children's tree; And Lowell is a maple, decked With autumn splendor circumspect. Clear Longfellow's an elm benign, With fluent grace in every line; And Holmes, the cheerful birch, intent On frankest, whitest merriment; While Emerson's high councils rise, A pine, communing with the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |