I TOOK a little wandering road That led me to the sky, And gathered up a treasure load As I was passing by. The purple of a wild bird's wing, A white dawn-glistened hill, The silver tune that mad brooks sing, And gold the moon let spill. Three new stars through a sycamore, A whiff of clover breeze, Pearl where a new wave kissed the shore: I could not choose from these. I could not bear to leave just one, And that's the reason why I did not try to find the sun When I had reached the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST |