The willow tree, which took the blast With every slender pointed sail, Has flung her final leaf at last, And bends stark naked to the gale. Among the frozen garden walks In sombre vestments screams a crow, Disputing in the tattered stalks The stealthy tenantry of snow. Swept by the hurrying wind's unrest, The drifts against the hedge lie blown. One tranquil star, deep in the west, Watches the world alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN PEGGY, FR. THE GENTLE SHEPHERD by ALLAN RAMSAY THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON TO MISS F. B. ON ASKING FOR MRS. BARBAULD'S LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |