Comment upon the poet's love in "Our Casuarina Tree."

I think
that love takes on a couple of different forms in the poem.  There is the obvious love for the
tree.  It has become the symbol that has endured throughout time, even when the people
associated with it has not.  There is the love for the playmates that are so closely a part of
the memory of the speaker, presumably the poet, but also for the tree and the shared experiences
of all of them:  Speaker, companions, tree, and being in the world are all linked together. 
There is a love for the memories that the tree holds that are unable to be produced in the
modern setting. 

It is here...

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