THREE tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast, The carded clouds are blown like wool, And the yellowing leaves fly thick and fast. The leaves, now driven before the blast, Now flung by fits on the curdling pool, Are tossed heaven-high and dropped at last As if at the whim of a jabbering fool. O leaves, once rustling green and cool! Two met here where one moans aghast With wild heart heaving towards the past: Three tall poplars beside the pool. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IN MEMORIAM (EASTER 1915) by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD PSALM 37. NOLI AEMULARI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO MISS JESSY LEWARS by ROBERT BURNS LINES WRITTEN ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE by THOMAS CAMPBELL |