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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
A WAY-SIDE WEED
By orchards red he whisks along,
A charioteer from villa fine;
With passing lash o' the whip he cuts
A way-side Weed divine.
A charioteer from villa fine;
With passing lash o' the whip he cuts
A way-side Weed divine.
But knows he what it is he does?
He flouts October's god
Whose sceptre is this Way-side Weed,
This swaying Golden Rod?
He flouts October's god
Whose sceptre is this Way-side Weed,
This swaying Golden Rod?
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |