PINE-TREE swaying, swaying softly, Envy not my Lady so, Though she moves with lovelier motion Than your swaying boughs can show. Sigh not, little breeze, O, sigh not In the tree-tops everywhere; Though you have no sound more joyous Than her laughter on the air! Pout not so your lips, red rosebud, Red lips green-engarlanded; Though her mouth has lovelier moulding Round her soft lips' lovelier red. Envy not, O, wild red rosebud, Sighing breeze, and pine-tree tall, One whose beauty makes the world you Live in, lovelier for you all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CAVALIER TUNES: MARCHING ALONG by ROBERT BROWNING EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI GROWTH by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL ON THE GREAT ENCOURAGEMENT GIVEN BY ENGLISH NOBILITY & GENTRY by WILLIAM BLAKE |