There is space in mountains, Bravery at sea; But the quiet suburbs mean More to me. Listen to the murmuring Of my tree! There are poems in passion, Greater ones in grief -- But oh, the little poems I hear In a leaf! Like mine, its hour of sunlight is Very brief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELSA WERTMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |