Mary Colborne-Veel Poems
|1.||Song Of The Trees||1/1/2004|
|2.||We Go No More To The Forest||1/1/2004|
|5.||`what Look Hath She?'||1/4/2003|
|7.||What Look Hath She||1/1/2004|
Song Of The Trees
WE are the Trees.
Our dark and leafy glade
Bands the bright earth with softer mysteries.
Beneath us changed and tamed the seasons run:
In burning zones, we build against the sun
Long centuries of shade.
We are the Trees,
Who grow for man’s desire,
Heat in our faithful hearts, and fruits that please.
Dwelling beneath our tents, he lightly gains
The few sufficiencies his life attains—
Shelter, and food, and fire.
We are the Trees
That by great waters stand,
By rills ...