By day my lawn is stark and bare, (What strength have I to make it fair!) The Sun's fierce glare in noonday's heat Reveals its scars, weed-grown and deep. I turn my eyes and will not trace The ugly lines across the place; They think I do not care, but oh! The jagged ruts tear at me so! But rainy nights! why then I creep To sit in darkness still and deep, And from my window gaze upon My much transfigured, radiant lawn, And dream it is a lovely lake O'er which the quivering moonbeams shake. (The moonbeams though are naught at all But rays from street lights straight and tall.) Yet still I sit, while the kind rain Taps gently on my windowpane; While now and then a fitful breeze Sets leaves to dancing on the trees. When morning nears, all wet and gray, I draw my shades and turn away, For well I know, the prying dawn Will turn my lake to barren lawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THUS FAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CHEF PERNOLLET by BERTON BRALEY PIRATE TREASURE by BERTON BRALEY |