I wish I were a tree

28 May 2022 | Believers | 0 comments

Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me

None of my books will show:

I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree:

For sure  then I should grow

To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust

Her household to me, and I should be just.


George Herbert (1593-1633), Affliction.

Notes from the Compiler


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