Drooped in darker green, By needles, brushlike, grouped, Its story sewn in dreams, The stolen pine twig told To every needle on the branch. You took a stitch in love's romance; At gloam, pierced autumn's farewell sound, Staccato rain fell straight to freeze. Over hills, along the stream, Across the sward and under trees, Love was in our midst; Everywhere but in my heart. Only the lover knew -- For I was unaware of thee; Nurtured branch in burnished urn, Listening for the murmuring wind Heard, instead, @3I love but you@1, Drooped still more and softly sighed . . . That day -- you know -- the walk for three. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANCERS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP THE NATURAL FIRE by CLIFFORD ALLEN THE DEATH OF THE POOR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |