A lonely fir-tree
On a height where north winds blow ;
It sleepeth, with whitened garment,
Enshrouded by ice and snow.
It dreameth of a palm-tree,
That far in the Eastern land,
Lonely and silent, mourneth On its burning shelf of sand.
A lonely fir-tree
On a height where north winds blow ;
It sleepeth, with whitened garment,
Enshrouded by ice and snow.
It dreameth of a palm-tree,
That far in the Eastern land,
Lonely and silent, mourneth On its burning shelf of sand.