THE THORN.
I.
There is a thorn; it looks so old,
In truth youd ?nd it hard to say,
How it could ever have been young,
It looks so old and grey.
Not higher than a two-years child,
It sta this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A wretched thing forlorn.
It sta, and like a stone
With lis it is rown.
II.
Like rock or sto is rown
With lis to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A melancholy crop:
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor thorn they clasp it round
So close, youd say that they were bent
With plain and ma i,
T it to the ground;
And all had joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor thorn for ever.
III.
High on a mountains highest ridge,
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale;
Not ?ve yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of ……（内容加载失败！）
(ò﹏ò)
抱歉，章节内容不支持该浏览器显示～
【为了使用完整的阅读功能】
请考虑使用〔Chrome 谷歌浏览器〕、〔Safari 苹果浏览器〕或者〔Edge 微软浏览器〕等原生浏览器阅读！
谢谢!!!