They are like sky children Drawing their pink and purple frocks Closely about them, Refusing to lift their lovely heads Even to meet the sunshine, But smiling down On the cool, moist earth With wistful joy. "Let the winds blow," they whisper. "Our soft furry coats Will keep us snug and warm. When the sun Flushes our hillside We will unbend our slender stems And stand straight and tall Like school children Ready for their drill. But do not ask us To look up at the sun: We are children of the shade, Dream-children, perhaps, Loving the moist fragrance of the soil. If we look closely at the earth We will see tiny green things— Our friends and neighbors— Push bravely up To greet the sun And our slender, furry stems Will quiver with joy At this miracle of spring!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |