OVER our heads the branches made A canopy of woven shade. The birds about this beechen tent Like deft attendants came and went. A shy wood-robin, fluting low, Furnished the music for the show. The cricket and the grasshopper A portion of the audience were. Thither did Fancy leap to fling Light summersaults around the ring. Wit, the sly jester of the Town, And rustic Humor played the clown; Reason was ringmaster, and waved His whip when these his anger braved; There Laughter and Delight and Glee Performed their parts that all might see, Till a sweet wind across the clover Whispered, "At last, the show is over," And the broad shadow of a cloud Moved from us like a moving crowd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |