Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning's white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night, We'll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isle Where bamboos spire the shafted grove And wide-mouthed orchids smile. And we will seek the quiet hill Where towers the cotton tree, And leaps the laughing crystal rill, And works the droning bee. And we will build a cottage there Beside an open glade, With black-ribbed bluebells blowing near, And ferns that never fade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN A CONSERVATIVE by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE by EDMUND SPENSER |