Springfield Town is Butterfly Town And Other Poems for Children | ||
The Warning
Flying straight at meWith an air of alarm,
With uplifted finger
To warn me of harm,
The autumn leaf said:
“The wild rose is dead.
Beware, lest her ghost
Break your window tonight,
And tear down the curtains
And put out the light,
And snatch you away
To the snow where she lies,
With ice in her breast
Over her eyes.”
Springfield Town is Butterfly Town And Other Poems for Children | ||