Augusta Davies Webster

(30 January 1837 - 5 September 1894 / Dorset, England)

The Pine - Poem by Augusta Davies Webster

The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,
The very oak grows shivering and sere,
The trees are barren when the summer's lost:
But one tree keeps its goodness all the year.

Green pine, unchanging as the days go by,
Thou art thyself beneath whatever sky:
My shelter from all winds, my own strong pine,
'Tis spring, 'tis summer, still, while thou art mine.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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