SET by the meadows, with great oaks to guard, Huge as their kin for Sherwood's outlaw grew, Oaks that the Indian's bow and wigwam knew And by whose branches yet the sky is barred — Lightning, nor flame, nor whirlwind evil-starred Disturbed its calm; but, lapsing centuries through, Peace kept its doors though war's wild trumpets blew; And still it stands beside its oaks, unscarred. Ah, happy hostelry, that Washington And Lafayette among its guests can number, With many a squire and dame of old renown! — Happiest that from the Poet it has won Tales that will ever keep its fame from slumber, Songs that will echo sweet the ages down! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE BIRTHNIGHT: TO F by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD THE LONG AGO by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN TAYLOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HARVARD DECLARES WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL |