Augusta Webster (Августа Вебстер)

The Pine

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.

1. Seeds with Wings, between Earth and Sky
2. Joy That's Half Too Keen, and True
3. Deserted
4. Safe
5. A Song of a Spring-Time

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