DEVOUTLY worshipping the oak Wherein the barred owl stares, The little feathered forest folk Are praying sleepy prayers: Praying the summer to be long And drowsy to the end, And daily full of sun and song, That broken hopes may mend. Praying the golden age to stay Until the whippoorwill Appoints a windy moving-day, And hurries from the hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TRAIL OF NINETY-EIGHT by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |