THE blinding sky's unkind, The day has dust and glare, The Poplar keeps the wind In her cage of light and air, Makes of her leaves a snare To keep the wind confined; All in the breathless glare The Poplar holds the wind. Oh, cool and beautiful Her leaves of silver-grey Hang in the wind so cool In the blind and breathless day! Turn in the wind at play, Fresh as a little pool That in the forest grey Holds silver fins and cool. All other trees are still, The oak, the elm, and the beech, But the Poplar hath her fill Of soft and gracious speech. The winds are out of reach Beyond the sea and the hill For the oak, and elm, and beech, But the Poplar hath her fill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH A RECEIPT TO CURE THE VAPOURS by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT THANKSGIVING - 1937 by JOSIE CRAIG BERRY PSALM 29. AFFERTE DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE RICH YOUNG RULER QUESTIONS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAD OF 'THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |