The sky, above the roof, Is so blue and so calm! The tree above the roof Cradles its palm. The bell, in the sky we watch, Quietly rings; A bird on the tree we watch, Mournfully sings. Lord, O Lord, life is here Gently fluttering down. That peaceful stir we hear Comes from the town. —What have you done, you there Endlessly weeping; in sooth, What have you done, you there, With your youth? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE NIGHT SONG by MARY DELL ALLEN THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES OUT OF THE VAST by AUGUSTUS WRIGHT BAMBERGER |