Fallen Tree


O mammoth trunk,

To earth you’ve sunk,

Your roots flung in the air;

Your leafy crown

In weeds brought down

To lie neglected there.


What heavy blow

So brought you low

In such a sorry state?

Was’t tempest lash

Or lightning flash,

Or swollen river’s spate?


You that were proud

To brush each cloud

Afloating in the sky,

Where you did wave

Now in your grave

Amouldering you lie !


And they who feared

To tug your beard

When you were straight and tall,

Now sit astride

Your humbled pride,

And on your branches crawl.


Mona’s Herald     23.4.63