The shadows of the rooks fly up the hill, Up the green grass, and over the white wall; The trees drowse in the sunlight; all is still; Only the black rooks cry and call. Out of the ruined castle, a slow crowd, Their sultry wings against the sunlight beat; They float across the valley like a cloud Across the blue sky's cloudless heat. Idly I watch them indolently fly, And idly, like their wings, across my brain, Drunken with sunlight, black-winged thoughts float by, Pass, and return, and pass, and turn again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JILTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ANGEL'S WHISPER by SAMUEL LOVER THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD CAROLINA [JANUARY, 1865] by HENRY TIMROD AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS FATHER GOOSE by LYMAN FRANK BAUM EPITAPH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |