So blithe the birds sang in the trees, The trees sang in the wind, I winged me with the morning breeze, And left Care far behind. But now both birds and trees are mute In the hot hush of noon; And I must up and on afoot, Or Care will catch me soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FOUNTAIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL CITY OF ORGIES by WALT WHITMAN THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS TO CYNTHIA GONE INTO THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES |