O spruce pines on the Cumberlands So stately and so tall, So very grand and beautiful, Days gone by you recall. Days of my childhood, happy days When often I have played Upon the slopes of these dear hills Within the spruce pines' shade. He played with me -- my sweetheart -- then Under these spruce pines tall; Of all the days that I have lived Those were happiest of all. But one spring day upon these hills While zephyrs softly blew, I stood beside my sweetheart's grave Strewed o'er with violets blue. Among the spruce pines 'bove my head The birds sang sweet and clear But the sweetness of their melody My sad heart could not cheer. A score of years have passed since then, And still the spruce pines stand Moaning a requiem for my dead Upon the Cumberland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE EVE SPEAKS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 97 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IF I ONLY WAS THE FELLOW by WILL S. ADKIN |