"THE OLIVE TREE IN THE DESERT"-BY Grace Brinsley Clives
Nor white nor red ever seen
So amorous as this lovely green
Fair,Quiet,I have found of you here,
whose short and narrow verged shade
To a green thought in a green shade.
Your sacred Leaves,If there above
Only among the Plants will grow
Meanwhile the mind,from pleasure less,
withdraws into its Happiness,
No name shall be found but your own.
To win the Palm,Oak or bays
And their incessant labors
Crowned from a single herb,or tree
while all flowers and trees do close
Fair trees wheresoever your barks I would;
To all delicious solitude
society is ALL but rude
The desert,the ocean where each kind;
Does straight its own resemblance find
Yet it creates,transcending these.
Such is the happy Olive tree-state,
After a Place so pure and sweet
But it is beyond a mortal's share
To wander solitary there;
Two paradises it is in one
To live i paradise alone.