Into a brown wood flew a brown bird In the winter time: The sky was dark with snow unfallen, The leaves were bent with rime. Once north he flew, once south he flew, He perched in a naked tree. He looked into the dreary dusk And whistled merrily. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LEAVE A KISS WITHIN THE CUP by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |