I never stood in a hickory wood Before today, Nor watched the sun on hickory leaves Brightly play. I shall cherish this golden day, For long I stood, Watching the sun play hide-and-seek In the hickory wood. So entranced I forgot why I came, I just stood there, Watching the sun in the hickory leaves; My sack was bare. For those graceful leaves were dancing about In autumnal glee, And sun-dappled leaves on hickory trces Are enough for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY PSALM 93 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE VANISHED MOUNTAINS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 1 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |