I OFTEN pass a gracious tree Whose name I can't identify, But still I bow, in courtesy It waves a bough, in kind reply. I do not know your name, O tree (Are you a hemlock or a pine?) But why should that embarrass me? Quite probably you don't know mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |