The pineapple has long stood as a herald of welcome — a golden emblem set on old Southern tables, carved into gateposts, and cherished as a sign of hospitality. Yet behind that familiar crown lies a gardener’s quiet wonder: a plant that rises slowly, patiently, shaping sweetness out of sun and time. As you read Landon’s lyrical tribute, consider the humble truth every grower knows — that even the most exotic treasures begin with a single leaf, a bit of warmth, and the steady faith that good things ripen in their season.
THE PINE-APPLE
by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The pine-apple, the regal fruit,
Glittering in its yellow suit,
Fit for a prince’s courtly feast,
The world’s pride, and the tropic’s guest.
Its fragrance is the morning’s breath,
Its bloom is beauty raised from death;
Born of the sun, and nursed by air,
It seems a blossom lingering there.
Soft is its shape, yet firm and fine,
A fairy goblet filled with wine;
And richer cups were never crown’d
Than this, with sweetness ring’d around.
Who first beheld it glowing rise,
A golden marvel ’neath strange skies,
Might well believe the gods had thrown
A trinket from their shining throne.
Published 1835 - Public domain.
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