The sun waters the pastures of heaven With warm rains of light; For the golden-lambkins to graze . . The star-flocks of night Faintly they seem to whisper, As round the boughs they wing: "We are the ghosts of the blossoms That died in the early spring." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO A LADY WHO HAD LOST A RELATIVE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |