Class 11 Poems

then flirts out to a branch-end

Showing her barred face identity mask

It is the engine of her family

Of chitterings, and of tremor of wings,and trillings

Then sleek as a lizard, and alert and abrupt,

She enters the thickness,

Till the goldfinch comes, with a twitching chirrup

A suddenness, a startlement, at a branch end

The Laburnum Top is silent, quite still

in the afternoon yellow September sunlight,

And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin

Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea

I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain

Both wry

With the laboured ease of loss.

Washed their terribly transient feet