Over their stark austerity the trees Put on such nonchalance as women might Who had been proud and lovely, and, like these, Were stripped of their bright beauty in a night. Hushing their grief . . . and haughty, as if they Would seem indifference personified, They stand there suffering, day after day, With not one lover near to lift their pride. But through the dusk their thoughts and glances steal Out where the darkness gathers . . . and dreams wait, With summer folded in their wings, to heal Trees that were stricken grievously, of late . . . And bring their beauty back again for birds To sing, and winds to stir with passionate words. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEARLING by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SEVEN TIMES SIX [ - GIVING IN MARRIAGE] by JEAN INGELOW BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE THIRD CANTO, OR FULL MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |