A fir-tree stands so lonely On barren northern height. Drowsy it grows; the snowdrift Has wrought it a mantle white. It dreams of a distant palm-tree, That in some eastern land Alone, in silence mourning, On a burning cliff must stand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK TETHYS' FESTIVAL: SHADOWS by SAMUEL DANIEL COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CIVILL WARR by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |