Said the fir tree to the pine tree: "When the red men held their dances, Safe we stood nor dreamed of falling In our prime. Now on every tall and fine tree White men cast their greedy glances, -- We can hear the aeons calling; It is time." Said the pine tree to the fir tree (Quaking in the north wind blowing): "We are doomed; no plans are warded For our weal. But I pray: may God have mercy On a race so blind, unknowing, In a forestless, unguarded, Age of steel." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW ROUNDEL FOR THESE TIMES by ADELIA DOOLITTLE BAUER DENNER'S OLD WOMAN by VINCENT BOURNE |