Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.
Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.
Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play;
The dun fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke curls grey.
Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.
A London Plane-tree
Amy Levy
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Poem topics: fog, green, voice, shade, play, brown, choice, square, hold, spread, city, town, country, tree, plane, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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