THERE'S much afoot in heaven and earth this year; The winds hunt up the sun, hunt up the moon, Trouble the dubious dawn, hasten the drear Height of a threatening noon. No breath of boughs, no breath of leaves, of fronds, May linger or grow warm; the trees are loud; The forest, rooted, tosses in her bonds, And strains against the cloud. No scents may pause within the garden-fold; The rifled flowers are cold as ocean-shells; Bees, humming in the storm, carry their cold Wild honey to cold cells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS CONFLICT AND PEACE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS DEAD MEN'S LOVE by RUPERT BROOKE GOB-NY-USHTEY (WATER'S MOUTH) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG IN FORM OF A DIALOGUE by THOMAS CAMPION |