TO YOU, troop so fleet, That with winged wandering feet, Through the wide world pass, And with soft murmuring Toss the green shades of spring In woods and grass, Lily and violet I give, and blossoms wet, Roses and dew; This branch of blushing roses, Whose fresh bud uncloses, Wind-flowers, too. Ah, winnow with sweet breath, Winnow the holt and heath, Round this retreat; Where all the golded morn We fan the gold o' the corn, In the sun's heat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE WINGED MAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A CLEVER WOMAN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS LETHE. A BALLAD by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |