I HEARD a woodman grieve the fate Of all condemned to level lands, Whose treeless acres vainly wait A gift of leaves from Beauty's hands. And yet some compensating Mind Doth even crown their loss with gain -- And where no tree retards, we find A richer sunlight on the plain. Too soon the woodman's day is gone; But they, who on the prairies dwell, Shall know an unobstructed dawn And give the day a full farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |