'THE house is bleak and cold Built so new for me! All the winds upon the wold Search it through for me; No screening trees abound, And the curious eyes around, Keep on view for me.' 'My Love, I am planting trees As a screen for you Both from winds, and eyes that tease And peer in for you. Only wait till they have grown, No such bower will be known As I mean for you.' 'Then I will bear it, Love, And will wait,' she said. - So, with years, there grew a grove. 'Skill how great!' she said. 'As you wished, Dear?' - 'Yes, I see! But - I'm dying; and for me 'Tis too late,' she said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUNFLOWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN by PHILIP FRENEAU THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO S.M., A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY A THOUGHT FOR MOTHER'S DAY by MAMIE COLLINS BARRY |