Classic Poem

The pine-tree is a man-tree,
The proudest tree that grows!
Lifting his solemn head-plume
Up in the air he goes;

His is the staunchest column,
His is the stiffest leaf;
And when he cries, a man's voice
Groans with a strong man's grief.

The cedar-tree is a lady!
Light as a ship she goes,
Dipping her feathery rigging,
Bending to wear the snows,—

Some night they will be married—
Something will send for me—
An owl will hoot in the blue starlight,
And I'll slip out and see!