OH, the littles that remain! Scent of mint out in the lane; Flare of window; sound of bees; -- These, but these. Three times sitting down to bread; One time climbing up to bed; Table-setting o'er and o'er; Drying herbs for winter's store; This thing; that thing; -- nothing more. But just now out in the lane, Oh, the scent of mint was plain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS PSALM 16. CONSERVA ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GLADNESS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH AT ROMEO'S TOMB by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE FLYING SQUIRREL by MARY E. BURT |