In winter in the woods alone Against the trees I go. I mark a maple for my own And lay the maple low. At four o'clock I shoulder axe And in the afterglow I link a line of shadowy tracks Across the tinted snow. I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS TWELVE SONNETS: 7. PERFECT UNION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD RECESS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL SPLENDID ISOLATION; A MORAL FROM LEXINTON, 1775 by KATHARINE LEE BATES |