OH, now the heavenly cherry boughs, That are so good to know! Oh, now the haunting cherry boughs, Straight up to God they go! And now that stilly foot I hear, A-following through the trees; And in the stopping of the wind, The little, wrangling bees. The world is but a gray, gray dust, Beaten past me small and thin: And life this space blown clear of all Except the Once Has Been. Under the cherry boughs it stands So stilly and so kind; And I can hear it following In the stopping of the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ETERNAL JUSTICE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE GODODDIN: CONAN by ANEIRIN TO A GARDEN -- ON LEAVING IT by WILLIAM BARNES THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE |