AT Loschwitz above the city The air is sunny and chill ; The birch-trees and the pine-trees Grow thick upon the hill. Lone and tall, with silver stem, A birch-tree stands apart ; The passionate wind of spring-time Stirs in its leafy heart. I lean against the birch-tree, My arms around it twine ; It pulses, and leaps, and quivers, Like a human heart to mine. One moment I stand, then sudden Let loose mine arms that cling : O God ! the lonely hillside, The passionate wind of spring ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN FORMERLY A SLAVE' (AN IDEALIZED PORTRAIT, BY E. VEDDER) by HERMAN MELVILLE ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |