Bees dot the lattice, Gold spins the sky, And birds from the orchard Startled fly. Beasts in the sweet fields Uneasy grow, The dog in the dark hedge Couches low. Sadly the June air Wings the refrain, For he's to the woodshed Once again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 96 by ALFRED TENNYSON DESCRIBES THE PLACE WHERE CYNTHIA IS SPORTING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES |