SOON, but not alone to die, Kinsman Tree, Limbed and leafless must thou lie, Doomed, alas, for Me; Yea, for Me, as I for all, Must thou first a victim fall. Thou for me the bitter fruit Loth to bear, Must of Death's accursed root Shame reluctant share. Thus the Father's will divine Seals thy fate to compass Mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN, THE SAD QUEEN by PAUL VALERY BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE MESSAGE-BEARER by JOHN D. BARRY LEMNISCUS AD COLUMNAM S. SIMEONIS STYLITAE APPENSUS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |