Frail truant, from your pleasant fare In autumn fields, your green retreat, How came you on the City Square Amid the rush of wheels and feet? From stinging rain of argent days, Your harbor was the friendly tree, And in the burning noonday haze You knew the leaf's cool sanctity. But they are gone, those drowsy hours Fragrant with pleasure newly blown. You have exchanged for friendly flowers The cold indifference of stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS SIXTEEN MONTHS by CARL SANDBURG DEEP IN THE NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE |