Plato


Neath This Tall Pine - Poem by Plato

Neath this tall pine,
That to the zephyr sways and murmurs low,
Mayst thou recline,
While near thee cooling waters flow.
This flute of mine
Shall pipe the softest song it knows to sing,
And to thy charmèd eyelids sleep will bring.


Comments about Neath This Tall Pine by Plato

  • (11/13/2018 8:02:00 AM)


    A short yet thoughtful poem. Thank you to the people at PoemHunter for delivering their attention to it. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/5/2018 11:59:00 AM)


    Harold, I appreciate your intellectual comment! The latent truths provided by Plato are finally revealed to me! Thank you so much for your insight :) (Report) Reply

  • (10/4/2018 1:02:00 PM)


    yo this poem is litty (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 24, 2012



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