ONE by one, like leaves from a tree, All my faiths have forsaken me; But the stars above my head Burn in white and delicate red, And beneath my feet the earth Brings the sturdy grass to birth. I who was content to be But a silken-singing tree, But a rustle of delight In the wistful heart of night-- I have lost the leaves that knew Touch of rain and weight of dew. Blinded by a leafy crown I looked neither up nor down-- But the little leaves that die Have left me room to see the sky; Now for the first time I know Stars above and earth below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HONEYSUCKLE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG PHANTOM OF LIFE by VIOLET MCKAY BALL THE DAWN PATROL by PAUL BEWSHER THE PRINCE OF PEACE by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH MY WINDOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |