School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the streets to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold pink flames in their right hands. In white from head to foot, with sidelong, idle look -- in yellow, floating stuff, black sash and stockings -- touching their avid mouths with pink sugar on a stick -- like a carnation each holds in her hand -- they mount the lonely street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE BOYS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GREAT BELL ROLAND; SUGGESTED BY PRESIDENT'S CALL VOLUNTEERS by THEODORE TILTON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 4 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MY FLOWERS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE DOOMED OAK; IN IMITATION OF ANATOLE FRANCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |