@3Song@1 THE clouds are bunched roses, And the bunches seem As thick as cream, Country dozes and I dream. In a gown like a cauliflower. My country cousin is -- So said Susie And her sister Liz. Blossoms hang on trees above, Soft and thick as any dove, They mock my love; Yet I pluck those feathers sweet With my cold coral hands so like the Small cold feet Of a little sad bird, On a budding branch heard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE WATER NYMPHS DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN by ROBERT HERRICK SEVEN TIMES FOUR [ - MATERNITY] by JEAN INGELOW CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE THE WINDS OF FATE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX WRITTEN IN IRELAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |