Locust, locust, playing a flute, Locust, locust, playing a flute! Away up on the pine-tree bough, Closely clinging, Playing a flute, Playing a flute! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |