twisted#467

“I have been Song,” the aspen breathed,
And its trembling leaves all sighed.
“I have been Love,” the linden moaned,
And I watched there … while it died.
 
Then I ran up the mountain-side
Where the dawn was coming red,
And knelt at the roots of a twisted pine;
“I have been Life,” it said.
 
‘The Twisted Pine’   by   Sarah-Elizabeth Rodger   
... first published in 'Poetry Magazine', August 1925