Beside a tomb I saw a crimson tree -- (A graceful, noble model of tree art) -- Within a cemetery, old, apart. There lesser trees like lesser gods that be Stood round in poses most deject, leaf-free. Like drops of crimson from a bleeding heart This tree its leaves to grave-mounds did compart, And shared with them its immortality. Beside the grave-mounds of dead lives there stands. With loving arms and rooted in the sod, The One, who everlastingly demands Annulment of final death -- knows the clod, And yet knows heav'n -- whose pow'r all life commands -- The living, crimson tree -- the Christ of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S DREAM by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER |