Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | April 7, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Hawthorn Tree

by Willa Sibert Cather (1873 – 1947).


The Hawthorn Tree (1903)


Across the shimmering meadows—

Ah, when he came to me!

In the spring time,

In the night time,

In the starlight,                                                      5

Beneath the hawthorn tree.


Up from the misty marsh land—

Ah, when he climbed to me!

To my white bower,

To my sweet rest,                                               10

To my warm breast,

Beneath the hawthorn tree.


Ask of me what the birds sang,

High in the hawthorn tree;

What the breeze tells,                                        15

What the rose smells,

What the stars shine—

Not what he said to me!



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