Where the ripe pears droop heavily The yellow wasp hums loud and long His hot and drowsy autumn song: A yellow flame he seems to be, When darting suddenly from high He lights where fallen peaches lie: Yellow and black, this tiny thing's A tiger-soul on elfin wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 102 by THOMAS WYATT EUROPE A PROPHECY by WILLIAM BLAKE EPITAPH ON S.P., A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL by BEN JONSON TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |