WHEN I woke, the sapphire sky Through the panes was gazing; Bright the wind was waving by The chestnuts' yellow blazing. When I went abroad, the land Proclaimed a new dominion, The slow black lanes which ploughs had planned Shone vital and virginian. Where the last night's seething rain Lay in my neighbour's hiring, It glittered mist and fire amain, Sun-desired, desiring. Old hares limped from frond to frond, With joy half-mastering terror, And lonely trees blushed rose beyond Like Venus in a mirror. Oak-woods that heard the rill-like gush Of western wind's compassion Let fall their leaves, and then fell hush For new annunciation. I who had drooped the last eve's hours To think the year forsaken Saw all the air bloom with fine flowers, And laughed to have been mistaken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE POET'S BRIDAL DAY SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. I DID NOT ASK OF LIFE by ALICE BAKER THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |