They fly a silent retreat From the noisy thronging street, To live where beauty runs Beneath the autumn suns In woodland aisles with space For all the dyes of their race. Imbuing a wayside stream With such a color scheme As no gardener could effect With blossoms rare and select. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |