THE cuckoo with a strong flute, The orchard with a mild sigh, Bird and blossom so salute The rainbow sky. The brown herd in the green shade, The parson in his lawn chair, Poor and gentry both evade The furnace air. The moon-inveigled mushroom, The crocus with her frail horn, Gaze in dumb dread through the gloom Of late moist morn. The dead leaf on the highlands, The old tramp on the mill drove, Each whirls on nor understands God's freezing love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT ON WHICH I DINED by WILLIAM COWPER MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |