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THE IVY GREEN
by: Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

OH, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim:
And the mouldering dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
And a staunch old heart has he.
How closely he twineth, how tight he clings
To his friend the huge Oak Tree!
And slyly he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and crawleth round
The rich mould of dead men's graves.
Creeping where grim death hath been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
And nations have scattered been;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,
From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant, in its lonely days,
Shall fatten upon the past:
For the stateliest building man can raise
Is the Ivy's food at last.
Creeping on where time has been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.


"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare

3 comments:

I really like this poem! I had to put my mind in gear and just read it through without trying to find "deep and dark" meanings to it.

...and it is at surface, a nicely expressed tribute to something green... which we could use over here on the east coast!

March 2, 2010 at 9:05 AM  

I love this poem <3
It triggered me for a moment there.

March 16, 2010 at 9:43 AM  

It is a great post

May 6, 2011 at 7:41 PM  

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