Go swiftly, little brown rabbit, nor shatter your heart on stones; blind leaves scatter before you from trees dumb as bones. I who see your running can tell you no more than they. The old faith that linked us is dead in the light of a wiser day when rabbits no longer speak, nor comfort lingers in leaves that break from the trees in October and shrivel under the trees, blind leaves crumble beneath you, dropped as old flesh from bones ... go swiftly nor shatter your heart on stones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUTIDANA: A DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE IMITATIONS OF HORACE: ODE IV, 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM DER TAG: NELSON AND BEATTY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET by ROBERT BURNS AN UNPRAISED PICTURE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |