DOWN they come by millions, Pied and aspen things, Dancing airy cotillions, Drifting on wind-swept wings. With a music delicate yet clear, Thick they fall, in their painted cheer, Down alleys old of the outworn year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DO THOU LOVE, TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM by JOACHIM DU BELLAY JENNIE HARRIS OLIVER by THERESA DRULEY BLACK |