The orange-tree you planted as a bride At Mon Repos, long years ago has died; And now the weeping willow, trailing low Over the drive, is gone from Mon Repos. There was a welcome in that willow's boughs, Their sweep announced the hostess and the house: The coachman and his pair no longer know The feel of willow, entering Mon Repos. Old friends who came there of a holiday Were eager for the hostess' "Won't you stay?" Discourteous Death to some has whispered "Go!", And they have gone, and so has Mon Repos. And all the loveliness we called our own Has gone. Wistaria's fountain spray wind-blown, Showering rose-fringed lawns with summer snow, Has felt the touch of frost with Mon Repos. The orange-tree you planted never grew. Wistaria and willow pass. But you, More dear than memories of long ago, Are all I care to keep of Mon Repos. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 6. OF PATIENCE by WILLIAM BASSE S. JOHN BAPTIST by JOSEPH BEAUMONT IN A ROSE GARDEN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |