WHY do you break upon this old, cool peace, This painted peace of ours, With harsh dress hissing like a flock of geese, With garish flowers? Why do you churn smooth waters rough again, Selfish old skin-and-bone? Leave us to quiet dreaming and slow pain, Leave us alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODBINES IN OCTOBER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES CLEVEDON VERSES: 8. THE BRISTOL CHANNEL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SANTA BARBARA by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE ON FAITH, REASON, AND SIGHT by JOHN BYROM STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MAIDEN VIOLAINE, SELECTION by PAUL CLAUDEL DIPSYCHUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH IN A LETTER TO C.P., ESQ., IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM COWPER |