CEDARS of Lebanon! Labyrinths of Shade, <br />Making a mystery of open day; <br />With layers of gloom keeping the Sun at bay, <br />And solemn boughs which never bloom or fade. <br />Contemporaries of that great Crusade, <br />When militant Christendom leaped up one day, <br />Fired by the Cross, and rushing to the fray, <br />Poured Eastward as oracular Peter bade. <br /> <br />Borne hither when Christ's Sepulchre was won, <br />And planted by hoar Warwick's feudal walls, <br />You grew, o'ershadowing every rival stem. <br />When English woods don May's fresh coronals, <br />Say,--Mourn ye still lost Jerusalem, <br />Funeral trees--beloved of Lebanon?<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cedars-of-lebanon-at-warwick-castle/
