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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
 
616. The Pines
 
By Harriet Prescott Spofford
 
 
COULDST thou, Great Fairy, give to me
The instant’s wish, that I might see
Of all the earth’s that one dear sight
Known only in a dream’s delight,
I would, beneath some island steep,        5
In some remote and sun-bright deep,
See high in heaven above me now
A palm-tree wave its rhythmic bough!
 
And yet this old pine’s haughty crown,
Shaking its clouds of silver down,        10
Whispers me snatches of strange tunes
And murmur of those awful runes
Which tell by subtle spell, and power
Of secret sympathies, the hour
When far in the dark North the snow        15
Among great bergs begins to blow.
 
Nay, thou sweet South of heats and balms,
Keep all thy proud and plumy palms,
Keep all thy fragrant flowery ease,
Thy purple skies, thy purple seas!        20
These boughs of blessing shall not fail,
These voices singing in the gale,
The vigor of these mighty lines:
I will content me with my pines!
 

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