Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE MULBERRY-TREE, by CHARLOTTE SMITH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hither, in half blown garlands drest Last Line: What patience, industry, and art, can do. Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Charlotte Turner Subject(s): Mulberry Trees | ||||||||
On reading the oriental aphorism, "by patience and labour the mulberry-leaf becomes satin" Hither, in half blown garlands drest, Advances the reluctant Spring, And shrinking, feels her tender breast Chill'd by Winter's snowy wing; Nor wilt thou, alien as thou art, display Or leaf, or swelling bud, to meet the varying day. Yet, when the mother of the rose, Bright June, leads on the glowing hours, And from her hands luxuriant throws Her lovely groups of Summer flowers; Forth from thy brown and unclad branches shoot Serrated leaves and rudiments of fruit. And soon those boughs umbrageous spread A shelter from Autumnal rays, While gay beneath thy shadowy head, His gambols happy childhood plays; Eager, with crimson fingers to amass Thy ruby fruit, that strews the turfy grass. But where, festoon'd with purple vines, More freely grows thy graceful form, And skreen'd by towering Appenines, Thy foliage feeds the spinning worm; PATIENCE and INDUSTRY protect thy shade, And see, by future looms, their care repaid. They mark the threads, half viewless wind That form the shining light cocoon, Now tinted as the orange rind, Or paler than the pearly moon; Then at their summons in the task engage, Light active youth, and tremulous old age. The task that bids thy tresses green A thousand varied hues assume, There colour'd like the sky serene, And mocking here the rose's bloom; And now, in lucid volumes lightly roll'd, Where purple clouds are starr'd with mimic gold. But not because thy veined leaves. Do to the grey winged moth supply The nutriment, whence Patience weaves The monarch's velvet canopy; Thro' his high domes, a splendid radiance throws, And binds the jewell'd circlet on his brows; And not, that thus transform'd, thy boughs, Now as a cestus clasp the fair, Now in her changeful vestment flows, And filets now her plaited hair; I praise thee; but that I behold in thee The triumph of unwearied Industry. 'Tis, that laborious millions owe To thee, the source of simple food In Eastern climes; or where the Po Reflects thee from his classic flood; While useless INDOLENCE may blush, to view What PATIENCE, INDUSTRY, and ART, can do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME by GERALD STERN BANJO BOOMER by WALLACE STEVENS ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO AN OLD MULBERRY TREE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE MULBERRY TREE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE MULBERRY TREE by ANONYMOUS SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME by GERALD STERN BANJO BOOMER by WALLACE STEVENS ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH |
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