ON other fields and other scenes the morn Laughs from her blue, -- but not such scenes are these, Where comes no cheer of Summer leaves and bees, And no shade mitigates the day's white scorn. These serious acres vast no groves adorn; But giant trunks, bleak shapes that once were trees, Tower naked, unassuaged of rain or breeze, Their stern gray isolation grimly borne. The months roll over them, and mark no change; But when spring stirs, or autumn stills, the year, Perchance some phantom leafage rustles faint Through their parched dreams, -- some old-time notes ring strange, When in his slender treble, far and clear, Reiterates the rain-bird his complaint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HER NAME LIBERTY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PAIN IN PLEASURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A LOVE LETTER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON RHYME FOR REMEMBRANCE OF MAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |