All your sylvan prophecies But a phantom sigh! "Yea, we listened to the breeze Tempting us to fly Like the summer birds and bees From the branches high; Now beneath our naked trees Shadowless we lie, In the autumn mysteries Doomed, alas, to die." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |