I know a lane where shadows fall From twisted elms, that once were tall. There was a road that lightly wound Between the elms -- now on the ground The black-eyed Susans romp around. A sagging house droops in the lane. A boy walks there -- but with a cane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER |