Nature
Oh, Purple Hang the Pods
From Songs of the Common Day (1893)
Nature
Oh, purple hang the pods
On the green locust-tree,
And yellow turn the sods
On a grave that’s dear to me!
And blue, softly blue,
The hollow Autumn sky,
With its birds flying through
To where the sun-lands lie!
In the sun-lands they’ll bide
While Winter’s on the tree;--
And oh that I might hide
The grave that’s dear to me!
Cite this poem
MLA
Roberts, Charles G. D. “Oh, Purple Hang the Pods.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/roberts_cgd/68/.
Chicago
Roberts, Charles G. D. “Oh, Purple Hang the Pods.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/roberts_cgd/68/.
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