Leaves of the summer, lovely summer's pride, Sweet is the shade below your silent tree, Whether in waving copses, where ye hide My roamings, or in fields that let me see The open sky; and whether ye may be Around the low-stemm'd oak, robust and wide; Or taper ash upon the mountain side; Or lowland elm; your shade is sweet to me. Whether ye wave above the early flow'rs In lively green; or whether, rustling sere, Ye fly on playful winds, around my feet, In dying autumn; lovely are your bow'rs, Ye early-dying children of the year; Holy the silence of your calm retreat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG |