Why his wife deserted him, he simply couldn't see; But then, he said, her ways had been so odd: Tramping through the April woods bare-headed in the rain, Pointing at a blazing sunset with a cry of pain, Talking softly to the snow-birds while she fed them grain, Staring, mouth wide open, at a twisted, barren tree; Saying that in Nature she saw God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST SONG OF THE SATYRS TO ARIADNE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 147 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE INDIAN NIGHT by HENRY T. CHAMBERS PALAMON AND ARCITE, OR THE KNIGHT'S TALE: BOOK 2 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |