The pines grow tall, their boughs wide-spread, Beyond a pasture's level space, In this dim silence shadows fall, It seems a quiet, holy place. These pines apart are not alone, Their branches know the touch of wings, They hear the wind's deep, cadenced breath, The clean, cool sound that water brings. The years sometimes will wreak their will On every tall and tasseled pine, But he who has the need of trees Will keep them in his heart, a shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN THE LAST MAN; A LAKE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 57 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THY DREAMS OMINOUS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: CHORUS (3) by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE COUNTLESS OF CHESTERFIELD, ON THE BIRTH OF HER FIRST SON by CHARLES COTTON |