The sky, above the roof, Is so blue and so calm! The tree above the roof Cradles its palm. The bell, in the sky we watch, Quietly rings; A bird on the tree we watch, Mournfully sings. Lord, O Lord, life is here Gently fluttering down. That peaceful stir we hear Comes from the town. —What have you done, you there Endlessly weeping; in sooth, What have you done, you there, With your youth? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES POCAHONTAS [JANUARY 5, 1608] by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY AS I SIT WRITING HERE by WALT WHITMAN PEACE AND SHEPHERD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |