IN the midst of my garden Grows a palm-tree; Born in the West, Away from the country of palm-trees. I cried: You are like me, For you resemble me In wandering and peregrination, And the long separation from kith and kin. You also Grew up on a foreign soil; Like me, You are far from the country of your birth. May the fertilizing clouds of morning Water you in exile, May the beneficent rains besought by the poor Never forsake you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ALL HAIL TO THE CZAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 9. WHEN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FORGETFULNESS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY BURNS by ROBERT BURNS |