Classic Poem

Lonely and lofty, the mountain pine
Gracefully formed and fashioned,
Kist by the wind-gods' lips divine
Breathing their love impassioned,

Queenliest soul of the green-robed race,
Ever singing and sighing,
Dreeing her weird to the voids of space
Where young Æolus is dying,

Beaten by flails of the winter rain,
Bending but still defiant,
Lithe and resilient to shock and strain,
Reckless of storm-breathing giant,

Proud and stately, fairest of all,
One with the heart of the thunder,
Loved by the poets, sombrely tall,
Harp of the winds of wonder!