Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TREE AND THE LADY, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I have done all I could Last Line: Gone is she, scorning my bough! Subject(s): Trees | ||||||||
I HAVE done all I could For that lady I knew! Through the heats I have shaded her, Drawn to her songsters when summer has jaded her, Home from the heath or the wood At the mirth-time of May, When my shadow first lured her, I'd donned my new bravery Of greenth: 'twas my all. Now I shiver in slavery, Icicles grieving me gray. Plumed to every twig's end I could tempt her chair under me. Much did I treasure her During those days she had nothing to pleasure her; Mutely she used me as friend. I'm a skeleton now, And she's gone, craving warmth. The rime sticks like a skin to me; Through me Arcturus peers; Nor'lights shoot into me; Gone is she, scorning my bough! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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