LEAVES that cling to the tired ground, Or whirl in great clouds round and round, Do memories stir in the orchard there, And bring haunting dreams of a day more fair: Birds in the garden trees, Flowers and honey-bees, Sunshine that thrilled the pulse of life, Joy in a world where joy was rife -- Do such fair ghosts of the past you knew Breathe transient happiness into you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY RICHARD CORY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB by BEN AVROM |