Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush, Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush -- Weave him a coffin of rush, Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow, Raise him a tombstone of snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS by ANDREW MARVELL SONNET: 36 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AIR: 'CAPTAIN JINKS' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |