Fields of Argenteuil, Where the summer day Dreams of Claude Monet; Poplars black and stern, Grasses where we learn Vivid poppies burn; Loveliness repressed, Reticence and zest Subtly manifest; Strength and tenderness Like the sky's caress, Shades that heal and bless! Ah, to gaze and gaze Where through purest grays Poppy flamelets blaze, And black trees that brood Consummate our mood To beatitude! So from frame to frame Bearing each his name Back at last I came; And the elflike child From the picture smiled. Or—was I beguiled? Time shall cast away Crowns—yet you shall stay, Fields of Argenteuil! Though his brush could pass Over trees and grass Often to surpass,— Tints of trembling light Exquisite and bright Shimmering on the sight,— Leave me this small thing For my glorying, For my hid well-spring; @3Fields of Argenteuil, Where the summer day Dreams of Claude Monet!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SOLITUDE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX |