Trees and Other Poems
TREES AND OTHER POEMS
"Mine is no horse with wings, to gain
The region of the Spheral chime;
He does but drag a rumbling wain,
Cheered by the coupled bells of rhyme."
TREES
AND
OTHER POEMS
by
Joyce Kilmer
New York
George·H.·Doran Company
Copyright, 1914,
By GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
TO
MY MOTHER
Gentlest of critics, does your memory hold
(I know it does) a record of the days
When I, a schoolboy, earned your generous praise
For halting verse and stories crudely told?
Over those childish scrawls the years have rolled,
They might not know the world's unfriendly gaze;
But still your smile shines down familiar ways,
Touches my words and turns their dross to gold.
More dear to-day than in that vanished time
Comes your high praise to make me proud and strong.
In my poor notes you hear Love's splendid chime,
So unto you does this, my work belong.
Take, then, a little gift of fragile rhyme:
Your heart will change it to authentic song.
For permission to reprint these poems, I thank the editors of The Century Magazine, The London Spectator, The Catholic World, The Ave Maria, The Independent, The New York Times Review of Books, The New York Times Sunday Magazine, Harper's Weekly, The Bellman, The Smart Set, The Lyric Year, Collier's Weekly, The New World, The Churchman, and Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.
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This work was published before January 1, 1926, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.