Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE WILLOW, OR THE ROSE-PROP, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER


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First Line: How shall I hew thee down, thou mighty bower?
Last Line: While thou hast soar'd aloft, to toss and sigh!
Subject(s): Willow Trees


How shall I hew thee down, thou mighty bower?
My summer-tent, my waving canopy?
I love too well thy lithe submissive power,
Thy silver beauty is too dear to me;
At first, thou wert a little rose's prop,
A new-cut willow wand, that did'st o'erbear
Thy tiny nursling-plant; we took no care
To check thee, nor thy lavish growth to lop,
For thou art fair as any flower that blows;
But though thou art so pleasant to mine eye,
Methinks, each child of earth some sorrow knows,
Akin to ours; long since that infant rose
Droop'd ere its time, and bow'd its head to die,
While thou hast soar'd aloft, to toss and sigh!





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