HE CAME, stepping over the tall grasses (But never a one bent), He passed as lightly as the wind passes; I heard him sing as he went. I called. He dived into the cow-parsley flowers As into a foamy sea. I waited there in the meadow for hours and hours... Why was he afraid of me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH by THALIA BELL JULY IN MONTANA by LILLA BOGERT THE THUD OF THE CLODS by JULIA E. BRUMFIELD MAY EVENING by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT RAVINE PATH by MAUD LUDINGTON CAIN BURLESQUE; UPON THE GREAT FROST by CHARLES COTTON |