If, when my dust has once again Become a part of God's fair earth, And I could have the chance to take another form, In all the glow of a new birth, I know my one desire would be To turn into a pine. With branches lifted to a star-lit sky; Branches curved just a wee bit To hold the nests of birds and hear them sing, While I would gently rock them in the wind Swinging like a green-bowed swing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE THE BOHEMIAN HYMN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT AT LAST by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS |