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Poem
December 1, 1899
The Ely Miner
Ely, Saint Louis County, Minnesota
What is this article about?
Poem by Ethelwyn Wetherald evoking nostalgia for the trees and natural features of home, including willows, sassafras, hemlocks, maples, apple trees, orchards, and woods, which hold tender memories.
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GREEN BOUGHS OF HOME.
Green boughs of home, that come between
Mine eyes and this far-distant scene,
I see, whene'er my thoughts escape,
Your old, serene, familiar shapes.
Each lissome willow-tree that dips
Into the stream her golden whips,
The sassafras beside the gate
Where twilight strollers linger late;
The hemlock groups, that dimly hold
Their own against the noonday gold;
The maple lines, that give the view
A green or luminous avenue;
Those oldest apple-trees, whose forms
Have braved a hundred years of storms,
And turn a face as blithe and free
To greet their second century;
The younger orchard's heavy edge
Framed in the honey locust hedge;
Fruit-flushed, snow-burdened, or bloom-bright,
They come to my home-longing sight;
The billowy woods across the road
Where all the winds of heaven strode,
And sang in every towering stem-
Would that I were at home with them!
For under these down-bending boughs
A thousand tender memories house.
Oh, while your old companions roam,
Your peace be theirs, green boughs of home!
-Ethelwyn Wetherald, in Youth's Companion.
Green boughs of home, that come between
Mine eyes and this far-distant scene,
I see, whene'er my thoughts escape,
Your old, serene, familiar shapes.
Each lissome willow-tree that dips
Into the stream her golden whips,
The sassafras beside the gate
Where twilight strollers linger late;
The hemlock groups, that dimly hold
Their own against the noonday gold;
The maple lines, that give the view
A green or luminous avenue;
Those oldest apple-trees, whose forms
Have braved a hundred years of storms,
And turn a face as blithe and free
To greet their second century;
The younger orchard's heavy edge
Framed in the honey locust hedge;
Fruit-flushed, snow-burdened, or bloom-bright,
They come to my home-longing sight;
The billowy woods across the road
Where all the winds of heaven strode,
And sang in every towering stem-
Would that I were at home with them!
For under these down-bending boughs
A thousand tender memories house.
Oh, while your old companions roam,
Your peace be theirs, green boughs of home!
-Ethelwyn Wetherald, in Youth's Companion.
What sub-type of article is it?
Pastoral
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Green Boughs
Home Longing
Familiar Trees
Tender Memories
Nature Landscape
Willow Sassafras
Apple Trees
Hemlock Maple
Orchard Hedge
Billowy Woods
What entities or persons were involved?
Ethelwyn Wetherald
Poem Details
Title
Green Boughs Of Home.
Author
Ethelwyn Wetherald
Subject
Nostalgia For Home Landscape
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Green Boughs Of Home, That Come Between
Mine Eyes And This Far Distant Scene,
I See, Whene'er My Thoughts Escape,
Your Old, Serene, Familiar Shapes.
For Under These Down Bending Boughs
A Thousand Tender Memories House.
Oh, While Your Old Companions Roam,
Your Peace Be Theirs, Green Boughs Of Home!