CAPTAIN of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle shows! Never tree like thee arrayed, O thou gallant of the glade! When the fervid August sun Scorches all it looks upon, And the balsam of the pine Drips from stem to needle fine, Round thy compact shade arranged, Not a leaf of thee is changed! When the yellow autumn sun Saddens all it looks upon, Spreads its sackcloth on the hills, Strews its ashes in the rills, Thou thy scarlet hose dost doff, And in limbs of purest buff Challengest the sombre glade For a sylvan masquerade. Where, oh, where, shall he begin Who would paint thee, Harlequin? With thy waxen burnished leaf, With thy branches' red relief, With thy polytinted fruit, -- In thy spring or autumn suit, -- Where begin, and, oh, where end, Thou whose charms all art transcend! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE WHICH WAS MOST TRULY DEAD? by CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE-BEUVE THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING THE FLOWERING FAGGOTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET DARTMOUTH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |