'TIS said that to the brow of yon fair hill Two Brothers clomb, and, turning face from face, Nor one look more exchanging, grief to still Or feed, each planted on that lofty place A chosen Tree; then, eager to fulfil Their courses, like two new-born rivers, they In opposite directions urged their way Down from the far-seen mount. No blast might kill Or blight that fond memorial; -- the trees grew, And now entwine their arms; but ne'er again Embraced those Brothers upon earth's wide plain; Nor aught of mutual joy or sorrow knew Until their spirits mingled in the sea That to itself takes all, Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 8 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 31. A QUESTION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |