Leaves blown over the water By a wind after sunset Is but passing beauty. It is soon forgotten after many winds blow And the trees are left barren. Sometime, though, the water will remember The trees had some silver in them. One lovely thing will always stay with me But, for the moment, it sifted Over the water like the leaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UPON PRUE, HIS MAID by ROBERT HERRICK TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY IMITATIONS OF HORACE: ODE IV, 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE MOURNER A LA MODE by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |