Sonnet XXIX
There was a man who found a naked tree
Sleeping in winter woods, and brought her home,
And tended her a monthin charity
Until she woke, and filled his quiet room
With petals like a storm of silver light,
Bursting, blazing, blended all of pearl
And moonshine; he, in wonder and delight,
Patted her magic boughs and said: Good girl.
Thereafter, still obedient to the summer,
The tree worked at her trade, until behold
A summer miracle of red and gold,
Apples of the Hesperides upon her,
Sweeter than Eden and its vanished bowers...
He said: No, no, I only wanted flowers.
A Naked Tree: Love Sonnets
