Binsey Poplars

  • Binsey Poplars

  • felled 1879
  • My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
  • Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
  • All felled, felled, are all felled;
  • Of a fresh and following folded rank
  • Not spared, not one
  • That dandled a sandalled
  • Shadow that swam or sank
  • On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.
  • O if we but knew what we do
  • When we delve or hew —
  • Hack and rack the growing green!
  • Since country is so tender
  • To touch, her being só slender,
  • That, like this sleek and seeing ball
  • But a prick will make no eye at all,
  • Where we, even where we mean
  • To mend her we end her,
  • When we hew or delve:
  • After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
  • Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
  • Strokes of havoc únselve
  • The sweet especial scene,
  • Rural scene, a rural scene,
  • Sweet especial rural scene.
photograph of poplar trees
The Binsey Poplars

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