THE colour of the olives who shall say? In winter on the yellow earth they're blue, A wind can change the green to white or grey, But they are olives still in every hue; But they are olives always, green or white, As love is love in torment or delight; But they are olives, ruffled or at rest, As love is always love in tears or jest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 4. THE TIMOROUS ADVENTURER by PHILIP AYRES SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PIONEER by HENRY MEADE BLAND ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETHROTHED KILLED by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ATTACH TO ALPHONSO FERRABOSCO'S 'AIRS': TO THE WORTHY AUTHOR by THOMAS CAMPION |