Lift up the curtain carefully. All the trees Stand in the dark like drowsy sentinels. The oak is talkative to-night; he tells The little bushes crowding at his knees That formidable, hard, voluminous History of growth from acorn into age. They titter like school-children; they arouse Their comrades, who exclaim: 'He is very sage.' Look how the moon is staring through that cloud, Laying and lifting idle streaks of light. O hark! was that the monstrous wind, so loud And sudden, prowling always through the night? Let down the shaking curtain. They are queer, Those foreigners. They and we live so near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER IN LIGHTER VEIN by ELIZABETH KEMPER ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 2. MUTUAL LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |