Sweep the house clean, hang fresh curtains in the windows put on a new dress and come with me! The elm is scattering its little loaves of sweet smells from a white sky! Who shall hear of us in the time to come? Let him say there was a burst of fragrance from black branches. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE HERETIC: 2. IRONY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |