I will come back to you and you to me; When the poplar-trees blow white and the rooks fly home, And the fishermen draw their nets out of the sea; I will come back to you and you to me. When across the flooded weirs the wild-fowl fly, When the dead leaves fall from each remembered tree, When over the withered grass the plovers cry, I will come back to you and you to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSTANS TYRANNUS by ROBERT BROWNING A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UPON THE SAME by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS MEARY WEDDED by WILLIAM BARNES THE SEVEN WORDS by GEORGE WILLARD BONTE DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 8. BEAM-VERSES AT WELL KNOWE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |