Beyond Belief?

                            Beyond Belief?   Marking the South-West corner of Coolmela’s plot,    Within the purlieu of the forest, stands a tree      So broad and tall its age must be immense. To me,    It whispers gently every time I pass; though what […]

                            Beyond Belief?

 

Marking the South-West corner of Coolmela’s plot,

   Within the purlieu of the forest, stands a tree

     So broad and tall its age must be immense. To me,

   It whispers gently every time I pass; though what

The secret it would tell, had I the wit to learn

   Its ancient language, I can only guess.

                                                                          Perhaps

     It speaks of Nature’s miracles, or else recaps

   The history which passed close by. Or does it warn

Of future great events, of which it only knows,

   And would inform me in advance?.

                                                                   My guesses are

     As useless to my sense as nights when shines no star

   With moon’s eye sunk deep under stormclouds’ sullen brows.

Is it beyond belief that my aged friend murmurs to me

That Keats still lived when it was young, and it’s my link with he?.

Author: J. A. Bosworth

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