Winter is here And there are no leaves On the naked trees, Save stars twinkling As the wind blows. Soft to the branches The little screech-owl Silently comes, Silently goes, With weird tremolos. I would go out And gather the stars The wind shakes down, Were they not scattered So far in the West. I would go ask The little screech-owl If he finds ease There in his nest After his quest. I would go learn If the small grey mouse Who sets up house In the frozen meadow Dreams of the stars; Or what he thinks There in the dark When flake on flake Of white snow bars Him in with its spars. I would go out And learn these things, That I may know What dream or desire Troubles my brothers In nest or hole. For even as I, The owl and the mouse, Or blinded mole With unborn soul, May have some goal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES |