I never knew until I crossed the prairie The value of a tree; Of shade forevermore shall I be chary For now at last I see, With eyes that looked on miles and miles of plain land, Dusty and hot and dry, Acres and acres of lonely golden grain land Reaching from sky to sky. I come to stand beneath your singing branches, Of trees the faery queen, To live within the glen your shade enhances, A lover of your sheen. Your beauty shakes my heart like purple thunder Upon a mountain peak, For leaf and branch and bole an awesome wonder Have grown, I cannot speak. I never knew until I crossed the prairie The value of a tree; Of shade forevermore shall I be chary For now at last I see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES by ROBERT HERRICK FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EPITAPH FOR LINCOLN by WALT WHITMAN SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |