Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE FIR-TREE, by LUISE VON PLOENNIE


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THE FIR-TREE, by                    
First Line: High on that hill thou seest
Last Line: When, when wilt thou be cold?
Subject(s): Fir Trees; Trees


HIGH on that hill thou seest
A single fir-tree stand;
I sit there every morning
And gaze across the land.

The stork comes flying swiftly,
The field with flowers is gay;
But into the world, my sweetheart
Has travelled far away.

And roses bloom in the garden,
And they cut the ripened grain;
And still I wait for my sweetheart,
He yet may come again.

And the leaves have grown so golden,
The leaves have grown so red;
And if my sweetheart will not come,
I would that I were dead!

Oh why hast thou, green fir-tree,
No red and gold array?
Oh, fiery love within me,
Why dost thou burn for aye?

Oh, fir-tree, dark-green fir-tree,
Why art thou not sere and old?
Oh, fiery heart within me,
When, when wilt thou be cold?





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