Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SPRINGTIDE OF THE SOUL, by ARTHUR W. UPSON


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First Line: The flesh to fragrant whitening of the bough
Last Line: Deep meanings, silent, 'mid earth's melodies.
Subject(s): Beauty; Flowers; Spring; Thought; Thinking


THE flesh to fragrant whitening of the bough,
Full-flooding fields, and softening sod, doth yearn;
The spirit will to Autumn's wooing burn,
And to October is her tenderest vow:
October, Springtide of the soul! What now
May I compare to raptures that return
When round thine auburn hair these eyes discern
First the wild, purple berries kiss thy brow?

My soul bends to thee, as a waiting bride,
Long from her maiden chamber searching far,
Doth see, at last, beneath the vesper star,
Her sunset lover toward her castle ride:
She flings her evening casement open wide,
And leans out through the trembling lattice-bar,
Then, turning, sets her chamber door ajar,
And flies back to the crimsoning windowside.

"Submit thyself to Beauty," cry the lords
Of this Autumnal pageant: day-end skies
That dwell in calm, like love-remembered eyes—
And the dim dusk of topaz-golden hoards
Streaking the forest like old painted words
Fading along some saint's-page fair and wise—
And windy rivers whose mingled voices rise
To smite rich, vibrant, melancholy chords.

Friend of my heart! Among the Autumn trees
We walk together baring thought to thought
Of this vast symbol-earth wherein lie wrought
Hints of immortal dreams and destinies!
And you and I are part of all of these!
Ourselves mysterious emblems, tones half-caught
From voices far, wherein our souls have sought
Deep meanings, silent, 'mid earth's melodies.





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