Old tree, beneath whose canopy I've lain Well sheltered from the blaze of noonday sun, Or found a refuge from a pelting rain, And lingered near you when my work was done, You were a friend to man before my time. Indian children played among your leaves When first I saw you, and I watched them climb Along the limbs they swung as a trapeze. And then, when past my prime, I journeyed far To visit you, my aged father cried As he retold events. How singular! Under these boughs his dearest brother died. Old tree, to peace of mind contributor, May you live on, unharmed, forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |