VELVET cowslips, tawny hue, Frail butterfly's twin wing; They grew in the shade of a dusky yew, Dipped roots in a bubbling spring. Cowslip clusters, moist with dew, Roused by a young breeze scampering; Yellow and cool heaped on green grass, Clear drops trickle from leaves tapering. Golden cowslips, bright at heart A dart of singing orange gleams: In shining bowls of burnished brass. Wraith of perfume: lemon-groves of dreams. Cowslips, armfuls, crisp, piled high, Cream-pale with copper-topaz blend; Fresh as air in rain-drenched sky— For you, these glowing flowers, my friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES [OR, DOMINIONS] by WILLIAM WATSON TO THE DAISY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE END by BYRON HAVERLY BLACKFORD SECTION GANG: NIGHT by NORMAN BOLKER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A COTTAGE AMONG THE HILLS by EDWARD CARPENTER |