GRAY prinked with rose, White tipped with blue, Shoes with gay hose, Sleeves of chrome hue; Fluffed frills of white, Dark bordered light; Such shimmerings through Trees of emerald green are eyed This afternoon, from the road outside. They whirl around: Many laughters run With a cascade's sound; Then a mere one. A bell: they flee: Silence then: -- So it will be Some day again With them, -- with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA FONTENOY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IMITATION OF CHAUCER by ALEXANDER POPE AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL A LETTER by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |