Stanzas.

Peter John Allan

 Next Poem          

Hark! far amid the forest,
I hear the sharp axe ringing,
To earth the lordly hemlock(1)
Or stately pine-tree bringing.

'Tis thus, O ancient forest,
Thy giant sons are smitten,
To rise again in glory,
The battle ships of Britain.

Next Poem 

 Back to Peter John Allan

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.