Bees dot the lattice, Gold spins the sky, And birds from the orchard Startled fly. Beasts in the sweet fields Uneasy grow, The dog in the dark hedge Couches low. Sadly the June air Wings the refrain, For he's to the woodshed Once again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |