She sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! . You dropped a purple ravelling in, You dropped an amber thread; And now you've littered all the East With duds of emerald! . And still she plies her spotted brooms, And still the aprons fly, Till brooms fade softly into stars -- And then I come away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: FOR INSPIRATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEACE ON EARTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS HOMER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |