WHITHER are you fled Summertime and roses? Are you really dead As the world supposes? Or in some lone place Where no footstep passes, Do you hide your face In the scented grasses? Sleeping, do you dream All your brief life over, Hear the rippling stream, Smell the budding clover? Dreaming, do you fall Into deeper slumber, Caring not at all How the seasons number? Or when April's breeze Sets the spring's green fire Leaping through the trees, Will the old desire Stir in joyous pain? As the circle closes Will you wake again Summertime and roses? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |