LOVELY grapes and apples, And such pretty flowers, Blooming in the Succah That in the backyard towers. Green leaves for the ceiling Sift the sun and shade To a pretty pattern As in forest glade. Cool retreat and dainty For a little child, Toddling in, by prospect Of its joys beguiled. Round he casts his blue eyes, Stretches hand in haste; Darling baby, all this Just is to his taste. But soon his eyes brim over As with sudden tears, Ah, he learns the lesson Of the coming years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |