Our Casuarina Tree by Toru Dutt | summary | line by line analysis| rhyme scheme| literary device| скачать в хорошем качестве

Our Casuarina Tree by Toru Dutt | summary | line by line analysis| rhyme scheme| literary device|

#ignoumeg #meg07_poems #ourcasuarinatree_by_ToruDutt #indianenglishliterature UPI ID : swarnshikha28@oksbi Instagram : https://instagram.com/englishmadeeasy... Facebook :   / swarnshikha28   Meter :    • Meter in Poetry | Iambic pentameter | TROC...   Archaic words :    • Archaic words |THOU | THY | THINE | THEE |...   SONNET & ITS TYPES:    • SONNET (SHAKESPEAREAN & PETRARCHAN)(EXPLAI...   ALLITERATION & CONSONANCE :    • Alliteration and consonance | difference |...   ASSONANCE & CONSONANCE:    • Assonance and consonance | explained in hi...   ARCHAIC WORDS :    • Archaic words |THOU | THY | THINE | THEE |...   METAPHOR :    • SIMILE & METAPHOR | SIMILE vs METAPHOR   ENJAMBMENT :    • Enjambment with notes and examples || end ...   TEXT Like a huge Python, winding round and round The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars, Up to its very summit near the stars, A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound No other tree could live. But gallantly The giant wears the scarf, and flowers are hung In crimson clusters all the boughs among, Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee; And oft at nights the garden overflows With one sweet song that seems to have no close, Sung darkling from our tree, while men repose. When first my casement is wide open thrown At dawn, my eyes delighted on it rest; Sometimes, and most in winter,—on its crest A gray baboon sits statue-like alone Watching the sunrise; while on lower boughs His puny offspring leap about and play; And far and near kokilas hail the day; And to their pastures wend our sleepy cows; And in the shadow, on the broad tank cast By that hoar tree, so beautiful and vast, The water-lilies spring, like snow enmassed. But not because of its magnificence Dear is the Casuarina to my soul: Beneath it we have played; though years may roll, O sweet companions, loved with love intense, For your sakes, shall the tree be ever dear. Blent with your images, it shall arise In memory, till the hot tears blind mine eyes! What is that dirge-like murmur that I hear Like the sea breaking on a shingle-beach? It is the tree’s lament, an eerie speech, That haply to the unknown land may reach. Unknown, yet well-known to the eye of faith! Ah, I have heard that wail far, far away In distant lands, by many a sheltered bay, When slumbered in his cave the water-wraith And the waves gently kissed the classic shore Of France or Italy, beneath the moon, When earth lay trancèd in a dreamless swoon: And every time the music rose,—before Mine inner vision rose a form sublime, Thy form, O Tree, as in my happy prime I saw thee, in my own loved native clime. Therefore I fain would consecrate a lay Unto thy honor, Tree, beloved of those Who now in blessed sleep, for aye, repose, Dearer than life to me, alas! were they! Mayst thou be numbered when my days are done With deathless trees—like those in Borrowdale, Under whose awful branches lingered pale “Fear, trembling Hope, and Death, the skeleton, And Time the shadow;” and though weak the verse That would thy beauty fain, oh fain rehearse, May Love defend thee from Oblivion’s curse.