Over their stark austerity the trees Put on such nonchalance as women might Who had been proud and lovely, and, like these, Were stripped of their bright beauty in a night. Hushing their grief . . . and haughty, as if they Would seem indifference personified, They stand there suffering, day after day, With not one lover near to lift their pride. But through the dusk their thoughts and glances steal Out where the darkness gathers . . . and dreams wait, With summer folded in their wings, to heal Trees that were stricken grievously, of late . . . And bring their beauty back again for birds To sing, and winds to stir with passionate words. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1884 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |