The momentum of arms and legs In design of parade, Carries hot bodies of exhausted men, Searching for a golden promise; Columns doubling to a hill Crying for sustenance. Over the hill and far away they pass Spattering mud on white cottages. The rain taps a message -- Presage of sustenance. A woman, listening, Arises from her sleeping child. (He must know no gun.) Cool her face that feels the rain. She plans a play-pen Where the tiger-lilies run A border of gold; and then Beyond her garden-bush, She makes support For trumpet-vines that cling Where a grosbeak Teaches its young to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST THE RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH JOGGIN' ERLONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI EBB by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON |