Rhymes By William Stewart Rose |
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| I. | SONNET I.
To a Pine-Tree,
seen in England in December, 1836. |
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SONNET I. To a Pine-Tree, seen in England in December, 1836.
Hail! although changed from what thou wer't before!Stunted, curtailed of thy majestic stem,
And reft of thy umbrageous diadem—
Hail, hapless exile, to our northern shore!
Though thee no group of graceful cypress hem,
And, bent by southern breezes, bow before
Thy trunk, its sylvan grandeur to adore,
Without thy setting thou art still a gem.
And happy thoughts and recollections I
Hang on thy boughs, and see thy cloud-like shade
Propt on its airy pillar, in a sky
As pure and warm, as ever Claude pourtrayed.
But,—woe is me, my watery colors fly,
And at the withering touch of winter fade.
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