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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SCARS, by ESSE HAMOT
First Line: When first I found you in the forest's green
Last Line: That sovereignty for all comes hard, comes slow.
Subject(s): Scars; Trees
First Line: When first I found you in the forest's green
Last Line: That sovereignty for all comes hard, comes slow.
Subject(s): Scars; Trees
When first I found you in the forest's green,
So tall and fair among the reaching spires,
Your spreading branches' high sweet wind -- plucked lyres
That gently breathed the soul of sound and scene,
Your great trunk straight as plummet-fall, your clean
Height rising effortless above the choirs
Of lesser trees, I felt then sire of sires
You were, the kingliest of all the trees in mien.
But not the half of your nobility
Did I in that first joyous worship find:
Perception since has touched me and I see
The scars beneath your branches -- I the blind
Who thought growth easy. Wiser now, I know
That sovereignty for all comes hard, comes slow.
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