Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, POPLAR LEAVES, by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

POPLAR LEAVES, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The wind blows down the dusty street
Last Line: As fresh as poplar leaves.
Alternate Author Name(s): Duclaux, Madame Emile; Darmesteter, Mary; Robinson, A. Mary F.
Subject(s): Leaves; Poplar Trees


THE wind blows down the dusty street;
And through my soul that grieves --
It brings a sudden odour sweet:
A scent of poplar leaves.

O leaves that herald in the spring,
O freshness young and pure,
Into my weary soul you bring
The vigour to endure.

The wood is near, but out of sight,
Where all the poplars grow;
Straight up and tall and silver white,
They quiver in a row.

My love is out of sight, but near;
And through my soul that grieves
A sudden memory wafts her here
As fresh as poplar leaves.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net