For a Boulder near the spot where the last Hardhack was laid low By the new proprietor of the Hill of Arrow-head. A weed grew here. -- Exempt from use, Weeds turn no wheel, nor run; Radiance pure or redolence Some have, but this had none. And yet heaven gave it leave to live And idle it in the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE'S LULLABY by PALMER COX THE BLACK RIDERS: 22 by STEPHEN CRANE FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD JOURNEY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |