J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Amy Levy (18611889)A London Plane-Tree
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The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air,
The plane-tree loves the town.
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.
The city breezes play;
The dull fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke curls grey.
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listen’d to the voice
On city breezes borne.