I WHEN a dark-eyed dawn Crawls forth, cloud-drawn, And starlings doubt the night-time's close; And "three months yet," They seem to fret, "Before we cease us slaves of snows, And sun returns To loose the burns, And this wild woe called Winter goes!" -- O a hollow tree Is as good for me As a house where the back-brand glows! @3Che-hane, mother; che-hane, mother,@1 As a house where the back-brand glows! II When autumn brings A whirr of wings Among the evergreens around, And sundry thrills About their quills Awe rooks, and misgivings abound, And the joyless pines In leaning lines Protect from gales the lower ground, O a hollow tree Is as good for me As a house of a thousand pound! @3Che-hane, mother; che-hane, mother,@1 As a house of a thousand pound! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FINDING OF THE LYRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SALZBURG CHIMES by HENRY ALFORD AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |