Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning's white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night, We'll turn our faces southward, love, Toward the summer isle Where bamboos spire the shafted grove And wide-mouthed orchids smile. And we will seek the quiet hill Where towers the cotton tree, And leaps the laughing crystal rill, And works the droning bee. And we will build a cottage there Beside an open glade, With black-ribbed bluebells blowing near, And ferns that never fade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG |