Leaves blown over the water By a wind after sunset Is but passing beauty. It is soon forgotten after many winds blow And the trees are left barren. Sometime, though, the water will remember The trees had some silver in them. One lovely thing will always stay with me But, for the moment, it sifted Over the water like the leaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |