'Who called?' I said, and the words Through the whispering glades, Hither, thither, baffled the birds -- 'Who called? Who called?' The leafy boughs on high Hissed in the sun; The dark air carried my cry Faintingly on: Eyes in the green, in the shade, In the motionless brake, Voices that said what I said, For mockery's sake: 'Who cares?' I bawled through my tears; The wind fell low: In the silence, 'Who cares? Who cares?' Wailed to and fro. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON ECHO by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS AN AEOLIAN HARP by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY AMONG THE TREES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE RUINED PALACE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON CONDOLATORY ADDRESS TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |