Submit Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

THE HAWTHORN TREE

 ACROSS the shimmering meadows-- 
Ah, when he came to me! 
In the spring-time, 
In the night-time, 
In the starlight, 
Beneath the hawthorn tree.
Up from the misty marsh-land-- Ah, when he climbed to me! To my white bower, To my sweet rest, To my warm breast, Beneath the hawthorn tree.
Ask of me what the birds sang, High in the hawthorn tree; What the breeze tells, What the rose smells, What the stars shine-- Not what he said to me!

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - THE HAWTHORN TREEEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Top Willa Cather Poems

Analysis and Comments on THE HAWTHORN TREE

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem THE HAWTHORN TREE here.