WALKING through trees to cool my heat and pain, I know that David's with me here again. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Caressingly I stroke Rough bark of the friendly oak. A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his. Turf burns with pleasant smoke; I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Over the whole wood in a little while Breaks his slow smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: TO L.T. IN FLORENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD PHANTOM OF LIFE by VIOLET MCKAY BALL BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY; A LEGEND OF DOVER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE LAST MAN: ROSILY DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |