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POPLAR: 2, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: No gale that heaven could send her
Last Line: Who hears exalt her art.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Noises; Poplar Trees; Storms

NO gale that heaven could send her
Troubles the lands or seas,
Yet Poplar, that pretender,
Green-kirtled to the knees,

Is crying and complaining,
Lashed by a fancied storm,
And now to earth is straining
Her silk and slender form.

A lady with a vapour,
She faints and shrieks and cries;
Again, like a tall taper,
Aspires to the still skies.

Though lad and lass go Maying,
Though June hath brought the rose,
She yet goes masquing, playing,
At times of storms and snows.

There's a soft voice of laughter
Amid her leafy screen,
Like small hands clapping after
The players' merriest scene.

And yet the Poplar mocking,
Of storms she has her fill,
And now wind-tossed and rocking,
And now demure and still,

So tall, so fair, so slender,
Plays with such charm her part,
Who sees must still commend her,
Who hears exalt her art.

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