SIX boards belong to me: I do not know where they may be; If growing green, or lying dry In a cockloft nigh. Some morning I shall claim them, And who may then possess will aim them To bring to me those boards I need With thoughtful speed. But though they hurry so To yield me mine, I shall not know How well my want they'll have supplied When notified. Those boards and I -- how much In common we, of feel and touch Shall share thence on, -- earth's far core-quakings, Hill-shocks, tide-shakings -- Yea, hid where none will note, The once live tree and man, remote From mundane hurt as if on Venus, Mars, Or furthest stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONNET TO THE DEBEN by BERNARD BARTON REBECCA; WHO SLAMMED DOORS FOR FUN AND PERISHED MISERABLY by HILAIRE BELLOC AUTUMN LEAVES by PEARL B. BLOSS HIGH SUMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |