The Palm -- the Vine -- the Cedar -- each hath power To bid fair Oriental shapes glance by, And each quick glistening of the Laurel bower Wafts Grecian images o'er fancy's eye. But thou, pale Olive! -- in @3thy@1 branches lie Far deeper spells than prophet-grove of old Might e'er enshrine: -- I could not hear thee sigh To the wind's faintest whisper, nor behold One shiver of thy leaves' dim silvery green, Without high thoughts and solemn, of that scene When, in the garden, the Redeemer prayed -- When pale stars looked upon his fainting head, And angels, ministering in silent dread, Trembled, perchance, within @3thy@1 trembling shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK THE MOTHER'S HEART by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING by AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY RENEWAL by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON LANDING AT DAWN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |