Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLD ELM OF NEWBURY, by HANNAH FLAGG GOULD Poet's Biography First Line: Did it ever come in your way to pass Last Line: The veteran elm of newbury. Subject(s): Elm Trees; Newbury, Massachusetts | ||||||||
DID ever it come in your way to pass The silvery pond, with its fringe of grass; And, threading the lane hard by, to see The veteran elm of Newbury? You saw how its roots had grasped the ground, As if it had felt that the earth went round, And fastened them down with determined will To keep it steady, and hold it still. Its aged trunk, so stately and strong, Has braved the blasts, as they've rushed along; Its head has towered, and its arms have spread, While more than a hundred years have fled! Well, that old elm, that is now so grand, Was once a twig in the rustic hand Of a youthful peasant, who went one night To visit his love, by the tender light Of the modest moon and her twinkling host, While the star that lighted his bosom most, And gave to his lonely feet their speed, Abode in a cottage beyond the mead! It is not recorded how long he stayed In the cheerful home of the smiling maid; But when he came out, it was late and dark, And silent, -- not even a dog would bark, To take from his feeling of loneliness, And make the length of his way seem less. He thought it was strange, that the treacherous moon Should have given the world the slip so soon; And, whether the eyes of the girl had made The stars of the sky in his own to fade, Or not, it certainly seemed to him That each grew distant and small and dim; And he shuddered to think he now was about To take a long and a lonely route; For he did not know what fearful sight Might come to him through the shadows of night! An elm grew close by the cottage's eaves; So he plucked him a twig well clothed with leaves, And sallying forth with the supple arm, To serve as a talisman parrying harm, He felt that, though his heart was so big, 'T was even the stouter for having the twig. For this, he thought, would answer to switch The horrors away, as he crossed the ditch, The meadow and copse, wherein, perchance, Will-o'-the-wisp might wickedly dance; And, wielding it, keep him from having a chill At the menacing sound of "Whip-poor-will!" And his flesh from creeping beside the bog At the harsh, bass voice of the viewless frog: In short, he felt that the switch would be Guard, plaything, business, and company. When he got safe home, and joyfully found He still was himself! and living! and sound! He planted the twig by his family cot, To stand as a monument, marking the spot It helped him to reach; and, what was still more, Because it had grown by his fair one's door. The twig took root; and as time flew by, Its boughs spread wide, and its head grew high; While the priest's good service had long been done, Which made the youth and the maiden one; And their young scions arose and played Around the tree, in its leafy shade. But many and many a year has fled Since they were gathered among the dead; And now their names, with the moss o'ergrown, Are veiled from sight on the churchyard stone That leans away, in a lingering fall, And owns the power that shall level all The works that the hand of man hath wrought; Bring him to dust, and his name to naught. While, near in view, and just beyond The grassy skirts of the silver pond, In its "green old age," stands the noble tree, The veteran elm of Newbury. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROPHECY OF SAMUEL SEWALL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BAY OF SEVEN ISLANDS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A NAME IN THE SAND by HANNAH FLAGG GOULD JACK FROST by HANNAH FLAGG GOULD THE BLIND BOY by HANNAH FLAGG GOULD STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER |
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