Here, no woman, nor man besides, Nor child, nor dog, nor bird, nor wasp, Nor ditch-pool, nor green thing. Color of flower, Blood-bright berry none, nor flame-rust On leaf, nor pink gall-sting on stem, nor Staring stone, @3Ay de mi!@1 No hawthorn's white thorn-tree here, nor lawn Of buttercups, nor any counterpart: Bed, book-backs, walls, floor, Flat pictures, desk, clothes-box, litter Of paper scrawls. So sit I here, So stand, so walk about. Beside The flower-white tree not so lonely I: Torn petals, dew-wet, yellowed my bare ankles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE LINES TO CASTE by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 9. A MAD MAID'S SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY AN OLD DREAM by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE PARSON ALLEN'S RIDE [AUGUST 15, 1777] by WALLACE BRUCE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 11. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |