WHAT things are real? This falling, falling rain, This garden where My flowers droop again? Or simply dreams, Dreams asleep in me Until I join Their silent company? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |