Naked trees -- manikins for train smoke To hang her shapeless garments on. She lingers a moment, and gathering Her flimsey robes about her, Wraithlike, disappears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS MISGIVINGS (1860) by HERMAN MELVILLE WEEDS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE RETURN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING A DISMISSAL by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |