A little wind will loosen now The apples that have bent the bough. A falling leaf along the wall Will make the cobweb ladder fall. The smallest wing that moves across The pasture starts a flight of floss. The lightest step will stir today A fragrance that will drift away. And not a day or heart can hold This golden light, this dust of gold... Tread softly, love; each step will touch What took so little, gave so much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PRISONER (A FRAGMENT) by EMILY JANE BRONTE SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE by GEORGE DARLEY A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |