SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree, By countless morns impearled; Her broad roots coil beneath the sea, Her branches sweep the world; Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed, Clothe the remotest strand With forests from her scatterings made, New nations fostered in her shade, And linking land with land. O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar! For ye are still her ancient seed On younger soil let fall -- Children of Britain's island-breed, To whom the Mother in her need Perchance may one day call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS CITY TREES by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ELLEN BRINE OV ALLENBURN by WILLIAM BARNES |