My neighbor's tree, in sunny field, Was tall and frail, a graceful thing. I watched its growth from year to year And treasured every leafy wing, It hid from view a wretched sight, Rough lumber piles, a rambling shed With patched-up doors and smoky roof, Old dingy walls, gray, black, and red. But yesterday my living screen Was doomed to death, by ruthless pride. Its fall disclosed the sordid view Revealed by Beauty crucified! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE INDIAN SIGN by BERTON BRALEY |