The light beats upon me. I am startled -- a split leaf crackles on the paved floor -- I am anquished -- defeated. A slight wind shakes the seed-pods -- my thoughts are spent as the black seeds. My thoughts tear me, I dread their fever. I am scattered in its whirl. I am scattered like the hot shrivelled seeds. The shrivelled seeds are spilt on the path -- the grass bends with dust, the grape slips under its crackled leaf: yet far beyond the spent seed-pods, and the blackened stalks of ming, the poplar is bright on the hill, the poplar spreads out, deep-rooted among trees. O poplar, you are great among the hill-stones, while I perish on the path among the crevices of the rocks. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO ELIZABETH, COUNTESS OF RUTLAND by BEN JONSON SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE |