HERE is no hedge of yewe to hold in griefe, <br />No cypresse nor long willow for despaire. <br />But the young birch displayes his cheerfulle leaf <br />In tracerie most faire. <br /> <br />Where the sunne falls at morn stand poplars seven <br />Where freely I of all sweete joyes may borrowe, <br />An elm that lifts his prayerfulle arms to Heaven, <br />And three tall pines for sorrowe.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-s-setting/
