Author John Clare These trees aspire in height as if to taunt the skyAs if theyd burst its cieling & look inward bye & byeShall lie as low in dust & in tempests be as muteAs these little daisys now that seek shelter at their roots Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments