SMALL ferns up-coming through the mossy green, Up-curling and springing, See trees circling round them, And the straight brook like a lily-stem: Hear the water laughing At the stern old pine-tree Who keeps sighing to himself all day long What's the use! What's the use! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE SMALL CELANDINE (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH SPRING SONG by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN A STREET MOTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1922 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |