I sang my songs for the rest, For you I am still; The tree of my song is bare On its shining hill. For you came like a lordly wind, And the leaves were whirled Far as forgotten things Past the rim of the world. The tree of my song stands bare Against the blue -- I gave my songs to the rest, Myself to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 50 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF DISILLUSIONMENT OF TEN O'CLOCK by WALLACE STEVENS OLD THINGS by THOMAS T. BLEWETT |