I know a lane where shadows fall From twisted elms, that once were tall. There was a road that lightly wound Between the elms -- now on the ground The black-eyed Susans romp around. A sagging house droops in the lane. A boy walks there -- but with a cane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE TO DRAMATIS PERSONAE by ROBERT BROWNING INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |