Like the breath spirituelle of spring -- Wafting two Florentine roses Down moon-laved white parterres To April's winged airs -- And then -- with lucid swiftness Like fancy's faery dreams -- Two dryads -- dancing -- seeking -- Where music fond is keeping Her rarest Pan-piped phrase -- Like the breath spirituelle of spring -- Wafting two Florentine roses Adown moon-tranced meads -- With delicate gesture they tread the air -- Bounding in arches divinely fair -- Where melody exhales -- Her flute-blown arpeggiare -- And Terpsichore discloses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |