Lift up the curtain carefully. All the trees Stand in the dark like drowsy sentinels. The oak is talkative to-night; he tells The little bushes crowding at his knees That formidable, hard, voluminous History of growth from acorn into age. They titter like school-children; they arouse Their comrades, who exclaim: 'He is very sage.' Look how the moon is staring through that cloud, Laying and lifting idle streaks of light. O hark! was that the monstrous wind, so loud And sudden, prowling always through the night? Let down the shaking curtain. They are queer, Those foreigners. They and we live so near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM LAUS INFANTIUM by WILLIAM CANTON THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER THE PALACE OF ART by ALFRED TENNYSON TO WALTER LIONEL DE ROTHSCHILD ON HIS BAR-MITZVAH by LOUIS BARNETT ABRAHAMS |