An oriole made His flaming flight Through my garden trees. And swiftly a light Illumined an elm. Like a wind-blown torch It flared from an oak. Then I saw him scorch The half-grown leaves In the trumpet vine And start his fires In the dusky pine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE |