STEAL abroad, your time is come; doubt not once the new-blown hour; Winter's wickedness is past, And those long leaden nerveless moods Which frowned much worse than frozen woods Gone, as soft as thistle-wool Upon a zephyr's love-like breath; In animation beautiful Returns your chance; now wander with The sparkle on the living seas, Nor fear that in these green estates Ambushed may lie The hooded serpent with the human eye; But all is opening garden-gates, Running mill-sails, fountain trees, Winged boats that water-jewels attend Where singingly they round the bend; And sounding works whose smoke lifts proud Through towers of force to yon rose-cloud From elemental engines poured -- And both a glory to the Lord. From mill to steeple, day breaks pure; Your horse is on the road he wished, And away past suburb and colure Goes like the famous giant refreshed; While you as light you travel by See beckoning hand or smiling eye That came in night's dark fairy showers To make new morning wild with flowers | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADAGASCAR: AUBADE by WILLIAM DAVENANT HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY by ROBERT HERRICK HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |