UP into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, Adorned with flowers, before my eye, And many pleasant faces more That I had never seen before. I saw the dimpling river pass And be the sky's blue looking-glass; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping in to town. If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see, To where the grown-up river slips Into the sea among the ships, To where the roads on either hand Lead onward into fairy land, Where all the children dine at five, And all the playthings come alive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN EDONI: THE WORSHIP OF COTYS by AESCHYLUS BALLDE DES PENDUS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE SONNET: 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT HE TOOK MY PLACE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |