I sang my songs for the rest, For you I am still; The tree of my song is bare On its shining hill. For you came like a lordly wind, And the leaves were whirled Far as forgotten things Past the rim of the world. The tree of my song stands bare Against the blue -- I gave my songs to the rest, Myself to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by ROBERT FROST THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF 27 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER |