THE Chancellor once was a tree full of fruit, A tree in the summer and fann'd by the south, He was great at the top and moist at the root, And the good things he bore would drop into your mouth. But since that his Lordship has quitted his place, Steriles numerandus est arbores inter, And @3now@1 to solicit his favour and grace Is searching your boughs for plums in the winter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TIRZAH, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS THE BEGGAR MAID [AND KING COPHETUA] by ALFRED TENNYSON MANASSAS [JULY 21, 1861] by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES |