You remember, I suppose, How the August sun arose, And how his face Woke to trill and carolette All the cages that were set About the place. In the tender morning light All around lay strange and bright And still and sweet, And the grey doves unafraid Went their morning promenade Along the street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON EILEEN AROON by GERALD JOSEPH GRIFFIN SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S DEPARTURE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |