Towering cliffs were the home I chose bird trails beyond human tracks what does my yard contain white clouds clinging to dark rocks every year I've lived here I've seen the seasons change all you owners of tripods and bells what good are empty names | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST CHANNEL FIRING by THOMAS HARDY INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |