The heavy shade bends to tall clover and grasses. The fleet bare feet burn where the warped boardwalk passes. The cherries gleam black under dark branches bending; The berries hang heavy at the long path's tired ending. With the phlox and petunias their lavish gifts flinging, With the larkspurs, the zinnias, the hollyhocks bringing Their pride and their comfort, the paling gate, swinging, Leads the path thro' the perfume and early stars peeping To the vine-covered door, that, a weathered watch keeping, Opens back thro' the hush of the prayer and the sleeping. The lifting corn cracks thro' the dark in high feather, Growing, grateful for grace of hot weather, God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE |