NEW feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN RIDDLE: TEETH AND GUMS by MOTHER GOOSE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE |