Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SILVER POPLAR, by HENRY E. PILKENTON


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THE SILVER POPLAR, by                    
First Line: There's a rushing sound in the poplar tree
Last Line: By listening to her whispers low.
Subject(s): Poplar Trees


There's a rushing sound in the poplar tree
As she stands there tall in her majesty;
She turns about her silver leaves
To passage of the summer breeze.
The lulling sounds together all
Are like a dreamy waterfall,
And I can close my eyes and see
The water flowing peacefully,
But when another gust shall pass,
The waterfall will foam and splash.
I wish that all who weep might be
Beneath the poplar tree with me
For Nature's secrets you may know
By listening to her whispers low.





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