Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY TOTEM, by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING Poet's Biography First Line: Thy name of old was great Last Line: Small gifts it fain would hide. Subject(s): Beech Trees; Trees | ||||||||
THY name of old was great: What though sour critics teach "The beech by the Scaean gate Was not indeed a beech," That sweet Theocritus The ilex loved, not thee? -- These are made glorious Through thy name, glorious tree. And sure 't was 'neath thy shade Tityrus oft did use (The while his oxen strayed) To meditate the Muse. To thee 't was Corydon (Sad shepherd) did lament Vain hopes, and violets wan To fair Alexis sent. Our singers loved thee, too: In Chaucer's liquid verse Are set thy praises due The ages but rehearse; Though later poets bring Their homage still, and I The least of those who sing Thy name would magnify. For long ago my sires, Ere Hengist crossed the sea To map our English shires, Gave up their heart to thee, And vowed if thou wouldst keep Their lives from fire and foe, Thou too shouldst never weep The axe's deadly blow. Thou hast my heart to-day: Whether in June I sit And watch the leaves at play, The flickering shadows flit; Or whether, when leaves fall And red the autumn mould, I pace the woodland hall Thy stately trunks uphold. Thou hast my heart, and here In scattered fruit I see An emblem true and clear Of what my heart must be: -- Hard sheath and scanty fare, Yet forced on every side To break apart and share Small gifts it fain would hide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING |
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