XXXVIII
THE PINE-TREE
WHEN blood was in my heart like wine I crept beneath a branching pine; With passion drank the piny breath And no thought further then than death.
Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
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- Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
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- Savage, Philip Henry, 1868-1899
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- 1900
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Now blood is colder and instead I mind the liquor of the head, Wherein I see, as in a glass, The pine decay, the season pass.
And I have known, with sudden sight, A shadow from the pine like night, And sorrowing breezes, verse by verse, Lament above the spirit's hearse;
And found some comfort, but not all, Where the red needles wove a pall, To mark through that dead carpet shine The promise of a seedling pine.