SHAGGY-HEADED urchins from the gardens of Japan Now are down our autumn pathways in a rough-and-tumble playing,— Motley little rioters with caps and brooms and banners swaying On the blustery weirs and hills, a ragamuffin clan! Woe unto the palaces of summer sacked and blown! Not a thicket, lane or highway but their scattered spoils are twining! Goths are at our trellised porches—through our gardens comets signing Doom of blast and frost and snowdrift on the summer's throne! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |