I love the earth through my two eyes, Like any butterfly or bee; The hidden roots escape my thoughts, I love but what I see. A tree has lovely limbs, I know, Both large and strong, down under earth; But all my thoughts are in the boughs, That give the green leaves birth. My friend, his thought goes deeper down, Beneath the roots, while mine's above: He's thinking of a quiet place To sleep with his dead Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I SONG OF NATURE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON SICK LEAVE, 1916 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG WESTWARD BOUND by BETSY H. ASHMORE I SHALL HAVE PEACE AGAIN (WRITTEN AFTER READING 'RIDERS TO THE SEA' by FLORA LOUISE BAILEY PARABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |