'Who called?' I said, and the words Through the whispering glades, Hither, thither, baffled the birds -- 'Who called? Who called?' The leafy boughs on high Hissed in the sun; The dark air carried my cry Faintingly on: Eyes in the green, in the shade, In the motionless brake, Voices that said what I said, For mockery's sake: 'Who cares?' I bawled through my tears; The wind fell low: In the silence, 'Who cares? Who cares?' Wailed to and fro. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL A BALLADE OF COLLEGE GIRLS by F. R. BATCHELDER THWARTED UTTERANCE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ASLEEP, ASLEEP; MARTYDOM OF SAINT STEPHEN by LUCY ANN BENNETT |