One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I though was true.
Trees have many functions! Both literal and figurative
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A beautiful poem about escape and death. Time nor even death can change a man who truly knows who he is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This poems are just so inspiring..I wish I could be part of the poetics