He planted an oak in his father's park And a thought in the minds of men, And he bade farewell to his native shore, Which he never will see again. Oh merrily stream the tourist throng To the glow of the Southern sky; A vision of pleasure beckons them on, But he went there to die. The oak will grow and its boughs will spread, And many rejoice in its shade, But none will visit the distant grave, Where a stranger youth is laid; And the thought will live when the oak has died, And quicken the minds of men, But the name of the thinker has vanished away, And will never be heard again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER THE VOICE IN THE GLOAMING by WILLIAM ALLAN A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |