Where are they? I have never missed before The whole wide kingdom of the cherishing leaves, Or waft, or drifted into golden heaves With all their scents, or dead upon the floor! We left at sundown; but shall see no more The air a film of multitudinous leaves; For, lo, a sudden ravishing bereaves The air that threaded them, the earth that bore! And now of all their gorgeous, solemn realms No sign: of unseen arrows came their fall; They are not. Clematis and ivy curl Their wavering tissues on the river wall - Nothing afloat: the river a dark pearl; The jagged acacia and the misted elms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUNE (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE DESCENT OF TIMOTHY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 2. JAMES MACNEIL WHISTLER by KARL W. BIGELOW |