THE LONESOME PINE
By ANIL
PALMER
A
lonesome Pine in a Garden grew
With
the rose, the champaka, and the yew
Fed
by the drops of the early dew
It
gently drooped as the darkness drew
Till
one eve a hard-pressed bird
From
the harrows of a took
Among
its boughs a shelter took.
Nor
flutter, nor other sound was heard
Save
a chirp: for the bird content
Had
built a nest with fair intent
Of
dwelling with the lonesome Pine
In
the sunshine:
Dark
was the dawn; the bird asleep,
When
a tamer close did creep
And
tore the inmate from its nest
And
all the rest.
Yon
lonesome Pine in the Garden grows
With
the rose, the champaka, and the yew
But it
sheds the tears of the early dew
And
droops ere the darkness draws.