Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush, Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush -- Weave him a coffin of rush, Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow, Raise him a tombstone of snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE REWARD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL |