NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves, Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow, Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves, Mourning, weeping over Chloe's pillow. Chloe, fresher than the breeze of dawn, Fairer than the larches in their young spring glory, Brighter than the glow-worms on the dewy lawn, Hear the dirge the green trees sing to end your story: -- "Chloe lived and Chloe loved: she brought new gladness, Hope and life and all things good to all who met her; Only, dying, wept to know the lifelong sadness Willed, against her will, to those who can't forget her." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN THE LAST JUDGMENT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG LA CONDUCTORA DEL DESEO/CONDUIT by VIRGIL SUAREZ |