Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VASSAL'S LAMENT FOR THE FALLEN TREE, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Yes! I have seen the ancient oak Last Line: Woe for the fall of the glorious tree! Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Trees | ||||||||
YES! I have seen the ancient oak On the dark deep water cast, And it was not felled by the woodman's stroke, Or the rush of the sweeping blast; For the axe might never touch that tree, And the air was still as a summer sea. I saw it fall, as falls a chief By an arrow in the fight, And the old woods shook to their loftiest leaf, At the crashing of its might; And the startled deer to their coverts drew, And the spray of the lake as a fountain's flew! 'Tis fallen! But think thou not I weep For the forest's pride o'er-thrown -- An old man's tears lie far too deep To be poured for this alone; But by that sign too well I know, That a youthful head, must soon be low! A youthful head, with its shining hair, And its bright quick-flashing eye -- Well may I weep! for the boy is fair, Too fair a thing to die! But on his brow the mark is set -- Oh! could my life redeem him yet! He bounded by me as I gazed Alone on the fatal sign, And it seemed like sunshine when he raised His joyous glance to mine. With a stag's fleet step he bounded by, So full of life -- but he must die! He must, he must! in that deep dell By that dark water's side, 'Tis known that ne'er a proud tree fell But an heir of his fathers' died. And he -- there's laughter in his eye, Joy in his voice -- yet he must die! I've borne him in these arms, that now Are nerveless and unstrung; And must I see, on that fair brow, The dust untimely flung? I must! -- yon green oak, branch and crest, Lies floating on the dark lake's breast The noble boy! -- how proudly sprung The falcon from his hand! It seemed like youth to see him young, A flower in his father's land! But the hour of the knell and the dirge is nigh, For the tree had fallen, and the flower must die. Say not 'tis vain! I tell thee, some Are warned by a meteor's light, Or a pale bird, flitting, calls them home, Or a voice on the winds by night; And they must go! And he too, he! -- Woe for the fall of the glorious Tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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