She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now Moving among the trees, and clinging in the air she severed, Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures: Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM AGAMEMNON: THE PURPLE CARPER by AESCHYLUS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE NEW YORK HARBOR by PARK BENJAMIN THE WINDING ROAD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |