A WIND sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops its dead; They are quiet, as under the sea. Overhead, overhead Rushes life in a race, As the clouds the clouds chase; And we go, And we drop like the fruits of the tree, Even we, Even so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON NOT BY THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 2. A DESIRE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |