WALKING through trees to cool my heat and pain, I know that David's with me here again. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Caressingly I stroke Rough bark of the friendly oak. A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his. Turf burns with pleasant smoke; I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Over the whole wood in a little while Breaks his slow smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS THE VEERY'S FLUTE by LUCY BRANCH ALLEN TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |