You are like the stem
Of a young beech-tree,
Straight and swaying,
Breaking out in golden leaves.
Your walk is like the blowing of a beech-tree
On a hill.
Your voice is like leaves
Softly struck upon by a South wind.
Your shadow is no shadow, but a scattered sunshine;
And at night you pull the sky down to you
And hood yourself in stars.
But I am like a great oak under a cloudy sky,
Watching a stripling beech grow up at my feet.
Generations
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: night, sunshine, walk, wind, voice, young, great, straight, golden, sky, tree, shadow, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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