She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window-latch Of the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual hands That with every futile pass Made the great tree seem as a little bird Before the mystery of glass! It never had been inside the room, And only one of the two Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream Of what the tree might do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTROSPECTIVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK BIOTHANATOS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ACHIEVEMENT by MORRIS ABEL BEER BLACKSMITH PAIN by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM DREAMS AND REALITIES by PHOEBE CARY A LETTER TO SARA HUTCHINSON, APRIL 4, 1802 -- SUNDAY EVENING by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |