Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills; and ye
Whom trees that knew your sires shall cease to know
And still stand silent:-is it all a show,
A wisp that laughs upon the wall?-decree
Of some inexorable supremacy
Which ever, as man strains his blind surmise
From depth to ominous depth, looks past his eyes,
Sphinx-faced with unabashed augury?
Nay, rather question the Earth's self. Invoke
The storm-felled forest-trees moss-grown to-day
Whose roots are hillocks where the children play;
Or ask the silver sapling 'neath what yoke
Those stars, his spray-crown's clustering gems, shall wage
Their journey still when his boughs shrink with age.
The Trees Of The Garden
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Poem topics: children, death, journey, silver, earth, crown, play, wall, question, storm, silent, blind, stand, supremacy, Valentine's Day, depth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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