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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by CALDER CAMPBELL Poet's Biography First Line: When midst the summer-roses the warm bees Last Line: The dial cannot speak without the sun! Subject(s): Love | |||
When midst the summer-roses the warm bees Are swarming in the sun, and thou -- so full Of innocent glee -- dost with thy white hands pull Pink scented apples from the garden trees To fling at me, I catch them, on my knees, Like those who gathered manna; and I cull Some hasty buds to pelt thee -- white as wool Lilies, or yellow jonquils, or heartsease; -- Then I can speak my love, even though thy smiles Gush out among thy blushes, like a flock Of bright birds from rose-bowers; but when thou'rt gone I have no speech, -- no magic that beguiles, The stream of utterance from the hardened rock: -- The dial cannot speak without the sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD OSSIAN'S SERENADE by CALDER CAMPBELL SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY |
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