HERE by the baring bough Raking up leaves, Often I ponder how Springtime deceives, - I, an old woman now, Raking up leaves. Here in the avenue Raking up leaves, Lords' ladies pass in view, Until one heaves Sighs at life's russet hue, Raking up leaves! Just as my shape you see Raking up leaves, I saw, when fresh and free, Those memory weaves Into grey ghosts by me, Raking up leaves. Yet, Dear, though one may sigh, Raking up leaves, New leaves will dance on high - Earth never grieves! - Will not, when missed am I Raking up leaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG, FR. ERNEST MALTRAVERS by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN EARNEST SUIT [TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORESAKE HIM] by THOMAS WYATT DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: NEW YORK by BERTON BRALEY AN EPISTLE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |