People who wander among clouds don't have to buy the hills for steep descents you need a staff and a vine for the sheerer climbs streamside pines are always green shoreline rocks are every color although friends might stay away in spring the birds @3kuan-kuan@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE NIGHT SONG by MARY DELL ALLEN QUATORZAINS: 3. RIVULETS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THREE MINUS ONE (REFRAIN SUGGESTED BY DR. RICHARD HOFFMAN) by BERTON BRALEY |