A London Plane Tree - Amy Levy,A London Plane-Tree Poem by Amy Levy ,

A London Plane Tree - Amy Levy

A London Plane Tree - Amy Levy

Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.

Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.

Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play;
The dun fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke curls grey.

Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.




A London Plane Tree - Amy Levy