Go swiftly, little brown rabbit, nor shatter your heart on stones; blind leaves scatter before you from trees dumb as bones. I who see your running can tell you no more than they. The old faith that linked us is dead in the light of a wiser day when rabbits no longer speak, nor comfort lingers in leaves that break from the trees in October and shrivel under the trees, blind leaves crumble beneath you, dropped as old flesh from bones ... go swiftly nor shatter your heart on stones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GOODFRYDAY (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE EVERLASTING GOD by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH |