(To Lascelles Abercrombie) The flames half lit the cavernous mystery Of the over-arching elm that loomed profound And mountainous above us, from the ground Soaring to midnight stars majestically, As, under the shelter of that ageless tree In a rapt dreaming circle we lay around The crackling faggots, listening to the sound Of old words moving in new harmony. And as you read, before our wondering eyes Arose another tree of mighty girth -- Crested with stars though rooted in the earth, Its heavy-foliaged branches, lit with gleams Of ruddy firelight and the light of dreams -- Soaring immortal to eternal skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HOPE DEFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE SECRET OF TIME AND SATAN by EDWARD CARPENTER ON A GOLDFINCH STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE by WILLIAM COWPER TO A LADY, WHO SINGING RESEMBLED THAT OF AN ABSENT SISTER by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |