When on the spring's enchanting blue
You trace your slender leaves and few,
Then do I wish myself re-born
To lands of hope, to lands of morn.
And when you wear your rich attire,
Your autumn garments, touched with fire,
I want again that ardent soul
That dared the race and dreamed the goal.
But, oh, when leafless, dark and high,
You rise against this winter sky,
I hear God's word: "Stand still and see
How fair is mine austerity!"
The Trees
Margaret Steele Anderson
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Poem topics: autumn, dark, fire, god, hope, sky, spring, winter, soul, blue, rise, hear, goal, stand, high, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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