A little wind will loosen now The apples that have bent the bough. A falling leaf along the wall Will make the cobweb ladder fall. The smallest wing that moves across The pasture starts a flight of floss. The lightest step will stir today A fragrance that will drift away. And not a day or heart can hold This golden light, this dust of gold... Tread softly, love; each step will touch What took so little, gave so much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY DONNELLY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |