ARE ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS INSCRIPTIONS: 4 by MARK AKENSIDE |