Men know that the birch-tree always Will grow where they cut down the pine -- This is the way of the forest, And the same way shall be mine. For now that my sorrow lies stricken, And shadow in me is done, I, too, shall have years of laughter, And of dancing in the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |