Under the Cedarcroft Chestnut

Under the Cedarcroft Chestnut
by Sidney Lanier

Sidney Lanier composed this poem in 1877 while he was living in Tampa, Florida. The “Cedarcroft Chestnut” was a tree at Cedarcroft in Pennsylvania, the estate of Mr. Bayard Taylor (1825–1878), Lanier’s long-time friend and fellow author. Lanier estimated the tree to be more than eight hundred years old. The tree died not long after Taylor died.

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Trim set in ancient sward, his manful bole
      Upbore his frontage largely toward the sky.
We could not dream but that he had a soul:
      What virtue breathed from out his bravery!

We gazed o’erhead: far down our deepening eyes
      Rained glamours from his green midsummer mass.
The worth and sum of all his centuries
      Suffused his mighty shadow on the grass.

A Presence large, a grave and steadfast Form
      Amid the leaves’ light play and fantasy,
A calmness conquered out of many a storm,
      A Manhood mastered by a chestnut-tree!

Then, while his monarch fingers downward held
      The rugged burrs wherewith his state was rife,
A voice of large authoritative Eld
      Seemed uttering quickly parables of life:

‘How Life in truth was sharply set with ills;
      A kernel cased in quarrels; yea, a sphere
Of stings, and hedge-hog-round of mortal quills:
      How most men itched to eat too soon i’ the year,

‘And took but wounds and worries for their pains,
      Whereas the wise withheld their patient hands,
Nor plucked green pleasures till the sun and rains
      And seasonable ripenings burst all bands

‘And opened wide the liberal burrs of life.’
      There, O my Friend, beneath the chestnut bough,
Gazing on thee immerged in modern strife,
      I framed a prayer of fervency—that thou,

In soul and stature larger than thy kind,
      Still more to this strong Form might’st liken thee,
Till thy whole Self in every fibre find
      The tranquil lordship of thy chestnut tree.