The birch tree in winter <br />Leaning over the secret pool <br />Is Narcissus in love <br />With the slight white branches, <br />The slim trunk, <br />In the dark glass; <br />But, <br />Spring coming on, <br />Is afraid, <br />And scarfs the white limbs <br />In green.<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birch-tree/
