TREAD lightly here, for here, 'tis said, When piping winds are hushed around, A small note wakes from underground, Where now his tiny bones are laid. No more in lone and leafless groves, With ruffled wing and faded breast, His friendless, homeless spirit roves; --Gone to the world where birds are blessed! Where never cat glides o'er the green, Or schoolboy's giant form is seen; But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring Inspire their little souls to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM |