The leaves had a wonderful frolic, They danced to the wind's loud song, They whirled, and they floated, and scampered, They circled and flew along. The moon saw the little leaves dancing, Each looked like a small brown bird. The man in the moon smiled and listened, And this is the song he heard. The North Wind is calling, is calling, And we must whirl round and round, And when our dancing is ended We'll make a warm quilt for the ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PASSIONS: AN ODE FOR MUSIC by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SONNET: 129 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE EARL OF WARWICK ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON by THOMAS TICKELL ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |