Genre:

Poetry

Subjects:

Environmentalism, War, Politics, Heroism

    The poem addresses a snob 'Who tore branches from the Wellingtonia Giganta Planted by Garibaldi, in the grounds of the Poet Laureate'. Strongly condemning the action, the poet apostrophizes: 'Oh, might the twigs that thou hast stol'n / Burgeon to life anon, / And twist themselves into a rod, / With Punch to lay it on! [...] May every needle of the pine / That thou away hast torn, / Within the pillows of thy bed / Become a separate thorn!'.