I shall go in the wind Down Islip road, And no one shall mind The traveler's load. A slender tree Round the bend to the South Shall beckon to me In the wind's mouth, And the white-lipped frost That clings to the ground Knows the dream you have lost Shall never be found. The slope of it lingers In driven rain, But the earth's gray fingers, Mold it again! In purple bud And in fretted stone, In channeled blood And in crumbled bone -- Mold it again In flesh and in flowers, 'Twixt a rain and a rain Of April Showers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |