Leaves of the summer, lovely summer's pride, Sweet is the shade below your silent tree, Whether in waving copses, where ye hide My roamings, or in fields that let me see The open sky; and whether ye may be Around the low-stemm'd oak, robust and wide; Or taper ash upon the mountain side; Or lowland elm; your shade is sweet to me. Whether ye wave above the early flow'rs In lively green; or whether, rustling sere, Ye fly on playful winds, around my feet, In dying autumn; lovely are your bow'rs, Ye early-dying children of the year; Holy the silence of your calm retreat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE LOVE'S SECRET, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |