The Eighth Sin/The Blue Tree

by Christopher Morley

THE BLUE TREE.

New College men, wherever they be,
East or West or over the sea,
Never forget the bright blue tree—
O to remember, O to recall
The dear blue tree by the garden-wall!

Few of its lovers know its name,
But they remember it just the same,
Think of it glowing, a pale blue flame
By the bastion in the old grey wall—
All the world over, still they recall
The sweet blue tree by the garden-wall.

New College men, though far away,
Have never forgotten the red red may
Or the cherry-tree tossing its petals away,
Or the chestnut walk, or the limes so tall—
Dear are all these, but dearest of all
The sweet blue tree by the garden-wall.