Shall I seem silly speaking some of spring As every man in every age has done; -- Assissi, singing to his Brother Sun, Or Browning, touching God's great Everything? And yet, this day! Bright with new coloring, The dandelion-gold spread ton on ton, The cherry frock of morning, sunshine-spun, The green of grass -- God's glorious gardening! He flings into the ceaseless time-machine Another spring -- and grinds out witching days. As they dance by in garments white and green, We simple souls must give them love and praise. A day, a blossom: Who the secret knows? The black manure -- the White Killarney rose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG ANOTHER REAPER by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |