Oh, do you see them, the ghost flowers That on the prairie dance, Out in the dry, brown grasses, Ghosts of wild aster plants? Their garments like dry bones rattle, Wraiths of the summer that's dead, Ghosts of the golden-rod yellow Each wears a snow-white head. Oh, do you see them, the ghost flowers— To music of winter's breath, Out where the trails are faintest, Dancing the dance of death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE POET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES A PRAYER by WARREN K. BILLINGS |