THE somber pine is a Norseman grave Brooding some saga old, Calmly chanting a solemn stave, Scorning the winter's cold. There's a Norland soul in this ancient tree, And what remembering roots has he! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER, 1930 by KAREN SWENSON EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1) by THOMAS CAREW ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT DESCRIBES THE PLACE WHERE CYNTHIA IS SPORTING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES |