I had a cherry tree, one day, Against my garden wall; There came a heavy wind by night, And made it crash and fall. I hired a man, and gave him gold, To lift my tree up straight. He nailed it back, nor missed one twig, And knew it was too late. He knew my tree was old and dead, Yet worked with fiendish glee: How lovely he has nailed his Christ On my dead cherry tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS THE RED COUNTRY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |