We marvel how the elms can grow For years and not complain, For autumn's sleet or winter's snow Or April's pouring rain! Their beauty lures us in the May Beside the road and hill Where robins build their nest and sing When dawn breaks cool and still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY ON LENDING A PUNCH BOWL by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SEVEN TIMES TWO [ - ROMANCE] by JEAN INGELOW |