O HAPPY Plane, thou prosperous tree! One day, myself I planted thee; Amid the grove none lifts on high A fairer crest to cleave the sky. How grew thy boughs so quickly? say, How spread so wide thy thickening spray, Uninjur'd still thy graceful form By fury of the winter storm? That name, which, as a treasur'd mark, Thou bearest on thy verdant bark, Ere its destructive anger burst, Far, far from thee the storm dispers'd. Though in my heart that name I bear, By Love's own finger written there, A ceaseless storm forbidding rest Still rages in my troubled breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS GREAT THOUGHTS by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SIC VITA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) AN EPISTLE TO J. BL-K-N, ESQ.: ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN BYROM |