A little reed is all I need To stir the high grass And the meadowside and the willows And the brook's murmuring; A little reed is all I need To make the forest sing. The sound swells out to all who pass, Over their thoughts in the darkening. Across the silence with the wind Waning or high Far or near Those who pass musing still can hear Within themselves can hear it ring Still and forever sing. A little reed is all I need— Plucked at the spring Where Love one day Mirrored his face and wept—to sway The tears of all who pass, To ripple the water and stir the grass: I bring The breath of a reed To make the forest sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF KAREN, THE DANCING CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS |