Thomas Hardy

The Ivy

I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech
       And be as high as he:
    I stretched an arm within his reach,
       And signalled unity.
    But with his drip he forced a breach,
       And tried to poison me.
 
    I gave the grasp of partnership
       To one of other race—
    A plane: he barked him strip by strip
       From upper bough to base;
    And me therewith; for gone my grip,
       My arms could not enlace.
 
    In new affection next I strove
       To coll an ash I saw,
    And he in trust received my love;
       Till with my soft green claw
    I cramped and bound him as I wove...
       Such was my love: ha-ha!
 
    By this I gained his strength and height
       Without his rivalry.
    But in my triumph I lost sight
       Of afterhaps. Soon he,
    Being bark-bound, flagged, snapped, fell outright,
       And in his fall felled me!
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