<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Palm-Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,<br>Beside a fount of Araby;<br>It was not fann'd by southern breeze<br>In some green isle of Indian seas,<br>Nor did its graceful shadow sleep<br>O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grew<br>Midst foliage of no kindred hue;<br>Thro' the laburnum's dropping gold<br>Rose the light shaft of orient mould,<br>And Europe's violets, faintly sweet,<br>Purpled the moss-beds at its feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange look'd it there!–the willow stream'd<br>Where silvery waters near it gleam'd;<br>The lime-bough lured the honey-bee<br>To murmur by the Desert's Tree,<br>And showers of snowy roses made<br>A lustre in its fan-like shade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came an eve of festal hours–<br>Rich music fill'd that garden's bowers:<br>Lamps, that from flowering branches hung,<br>On sparks of dew soft colour flung,<br>And bright forms glanc'd–a fairy show–<br>Under the blossoms to and fro. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But one, a lone one, midst the throng,<br>Seem'd reckless all of dance or song:<br>He was a youth of dusky mien,<br>Whereon the Indian sun had been,<br>Of crested brow, and long black hair–<br>A stranger, like the Palm-tree, there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And slowly, sadly, mov'd his plumes,<br>Glittering athwart the leafy glooms:<br>He pass'd the pale green olives by,<br>Nor won the chestnut flowers his eye;<br>But when to that sole Palm he came,<br>Then shot a rapture through his frame! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To him, to him its rustling spoke,<br>The silence of his soul it broke!<br>It whisper'd of his own bright isle,<br>That lit the ocean with a smile;<br>Aye, to his ear that native tone<br>Had something of the sea-wave's moan! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mother's cabin home, that lay<br>Where feathery cocoas fring'd the bay;<br>The dashing of his brethren's oar,<br>The conch-note heard along the shore;–<br>All thro' his wakening bosom swept:<br>He clasp'd his country's Tree and wept! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! scorn him not!–the strength, whereby<br>The patriot girds himself to die,<br>Th' unconquerable power, which fills<br>The freeman battling on his hills,–<br>These have one fountain deep and clear–<br>The same whence gush'd that child-like tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391630" data-title="The Palm-Tree de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky, Beside a fount of Araby; It was not fann'd by southern breeze In some green isle of Indian seas, Nor did its graceful shadow sleep O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep. But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grew Midst f..."></div> </div> </div>

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