A noisette on my garden path An ever-swaying shadow throws; But if I pluck it strolling by, I pluck the shadow with the rose. Just near enough my heart you stood To shadow it, -- but was it fair In him, who plucked and bore you off, To leave your shadow lingering there? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY THE SPIRIT OF POETRY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER THE PILGRIM SHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES |