GREEN, green, The grass by the river-bank. Thick, thick, The willow trees in the garden. Sad, sad, The lady in the tower. White, white, Sitting at the casement window. Fair, fair, Her red-powdered face. Small, small, She puts out her pale hand. Once she was a dancing-house girl, Now she is a wandering man's wife. The wandering man went, but did not return. It is hard alone to keep an empty bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON |