< Poems (Coates 1916) < Volume I
THE LORDLY PINES
THE lordly pines like grasses wave,
And bend before the wind,
Content to compromise with Fate,
Security to find;
But when the storm's full wrath is spent—
Its futile passion o'er,
The pines majestic lift their heads,
As lordly as before!
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