Author Ernest Walsh As an old tree bent by ages of windsSo am I tired.As an oak-leaf blown out upon the seaI am lonely.As a storm-conceived adventurous waveDivides before its thousand lonely deathsOn alien shoresMy life shall end. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments