CLEAN flows the wind as from its grand source flowing At once to man, clean flows the eternal God: The clouds dance with that splendid presence glowing, Earth's silver brilliance flashes from that flood. Sweet airs and utterance meet me as I rove, Long dead to me! nor angels might outshine Those martins with their white breasts warm with love, Building their home beneath the eaves of mine. And roses in their ecstasy have come; We see no hut, no hall but there they wreathe Their araby, and their sweet lives outbreathe. Rude hedges have their thousands too: where some So nestle down, the dazzled eye supposes At first that this year grass has brought forth roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS LYSISTRATA: HOW THE WOMEN WILL STOP WAR by ARISTOPHANES |