Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A FRIEND WHO SENT ME A BOX OF VIOLETS, by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Nay, more than violets Last Line: Bless thee, the giver. Alternate Author Name(s): Q; Quiller-couch, A. T. Subject(s): Flowers; Gardens & Gardening; Violets | ||||||||
NAY, more than violets These thoughts of thine, friend! Rather thy reedy brook Taw's tributary At midnight murmuring, Descried them, the delicate The dark-eyed goddesses, There by his cressy bed Dissolved and dreaming Dreams that distilled into dew All the purple of night, All the shine of a planet. Whereat he whispered; And they arising Of day's forget-me-nots The duskier sisters Descended, relinquished The orchard, the trout-pool, Torridge and Tamar, The Druid circles, Sheepfolds of Dartmoor, Granite and sandstone; By Roughtor, Dozmarè, Down the vale of the Fowey Moving in silence, Brushing the nightshade By bridges cyclopean, By Trevenna, Treverbyn, Lewharne and Largin, By Glynn, Lanhydrock, Restormel, Lostwithiel, Dark wood, dim water, dreaming town; Down the vale of the Fowey To the tidal water Washing the feet Of holy St. Winnow Each, in her exile Musing the message, Passed, as a starlit Phanthom of Ruth from the land of the Moabite. So they came, Valley-born, valley-nurtured Came to the tideway The jetties, the anchorage, The salt wind piping, Snoring in Equinox, By ships at anchor, By quays tormented, Storm-bitten streets; Came to The Haven Crying, 'Ah, shelter us, The strayed ambassodors, Love's lost legation On a comfortless coast!' Nay, but a little sleep, A little folding Of petals to the lull Of quiet rainfalls Here in my garden, In angle sheltered From north and east wind Softly shall recreate The courage of charity, Henceforth not to me only Breathing the message. Clean-breath'd Sirens! Henceforth the mariner Here in the fairway Fetchingfoul of keel, Long-stray but fortunate Out of the fogs, the vast Atlantic solitudes, Shall, by the hawser-pin Waiting the signal Leavegoanchor! Scent the familiar, The unforgettable Fragrance of home; So in a long breath Bless all, unknowing: Bless them, the violets, Bless me, the gardener, Bless thee, the giver. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAVY VIOLETS by BARBARA GUEST THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE SONNET by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE FADED VIOLET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH |
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