Here, no woman, nor man besides, Nor child, nor dog, nor bird, nor wasp, Nor ditch-pool, nor green thing. Color of flower, Blood-bright berry none, nor flame-rust On leaf, nor pink gall-sting on stem, nor Staring stone, @3Ay de mi!@1 No hawthorn's white thorn-tree here, nor lawn Of buttercups, nor any counterpart: Bed, book-backs, walls, floor, Flat pictures, desk, clothes-box, litter Of paper scrawls. So sit I here, So stand, so walk about. Beside The flower-white tree not so lonely I: Torn petals, dew-wet, yellowed my bare ankles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE SONNET: 17. TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER by JOHN MILTON ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD TO S-----D (1) by WILLIAM BLAKE |