"I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel of the pines. At nightfall The little grasses have rushed by me With the wind men. These things have I lived," quoth the maniac, "Possessing only eyes and ears. But you -- You don green spectacles before you look at roses." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON EPIGRAM: PERJURY by ROBERT NUGENT THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE POWERFUL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL-CUILLE by JACQUES BOE |