The shadows of the rooks fly up the hill, Up the green grass, and over the white wall; The trees drowse in the sunlight; all is still; Only the black rooks cry and call. Out of the ruined castle, a slow crowd, Their sultry wings against the sunlight beat; They float across the valley like a cloud Across the blue sky's cloudless heat. Idly I watch them indolently fly, And idly, like their wings, across my brain, Drunken with sunlight, black-winged thoughts float by, Pass, and return, and pass, and turn again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX NOREMBEGA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AS MANY STARS by MATHILDE BLIND THE JAZZ BABY by BERTON BRALEY THE SALLE MONTESQUIEU; A PARISIAN REMINISCENCE by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER EPILOGUE TO EIGHTEENTH CENTURY VIGNETTES (SECOND SERIES) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |