O giant oak, majestic, dark, and old, A hundred summers in the woodland vast, From the rich suns that lit thy glories past, In thy huge trunk thou storedst warmth untold; Now, when the drifted snows the hills enfold, And the wild woods are shaken in the blast, O'er this bright hearth thou sendest out at last The long-pent sunshine that thine heart did hold. Like thee, O Noble oak-tree, I would store From days of joy all beauty and delight, All radiant warmth that makes life's summer bright, So that I may, when sunniest hours are o'er, Still from my heart their treasured gleam outpour, To cheer some spirit in its winter night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |