They asked me what ailed her And why her brightness faded, Why her singing thoughts became Dull thoughts and jaded. And I remembered long ago Standing in long grass And listening to our gardener tell Of things that pass. He spoke of two young apple-trees That shriveled up one spring. "They died," he said, "Of too much blossoming." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |