Oh, do you see them, the ghost flowers That on the prairie dance, Out in the dry, brown grasses, Ghosts of wild aster plants? Their garments like dry bones rattle, Wraiths of the summer that's dead, Ghosts of the golden-rod yellow Each wears a snow-white head. Oh, do you see them, the ghost flowers— To music of winter's breath, Out where the trails are faintest, Dancing the dance of death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |