I RAN out in the morning, when the air was clean and new And all the grass was glittering, and grey with autumn dew, I ran out to the apple tree and pulled an apple down, And all the bells were ringing in the old grey town. Down in the town, off the bridges and the grass They are sweeping up the leaves to let the people pass, Sweeping up the old leaves, golden-reds and browns, While the men go to lecture with the wind in their gowns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHIP OF RIO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SEVEN TIMES SIX [ - GIVING IN MARRIAGE] by JEAN INGELOW THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER MY FAMILIAR by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ETERNITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |