GREEN shoots, we break the morning earth And flourish in the morning's breath; We leave the agony of birth And soon are all midway to death. While yet the summer of her year Brings life her marvels, she can see Far off the rising dust, and hear The footfall of her enemy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE DAUGHTERS OF ATLAS by AESCHYLUS LE GUIGNON by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 30 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE TEACHER'S MONOLOGUE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE GOOD NIGHT IN THE PORCH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |