FROM out his heavenly sallyport Again Apollo sallies, And leads his cuirassiers of light Through these deverdured valleys; The frost king flies, the sun king wins, And human nature rallies. What joy to see the yellow sun Sweep through the gulfs and gullies, And disinfect the lanes and lawns That Winter's rudeness sullies, And dry the brookland all the way Clear up to Uncle Cully's! He warms and lights the deepest dell And cleanses every dingle; The meadow runs and rills resolve With distant seas to mingle; The lily-of-the-valley bells Will soon begin to jingle. The lady's slipper entertains Less selfish thoughts and kinder, And acts as if she'd like to leave Her former life behind her; I b'lieve she hopes some poet pale Will come along and find her. The green at last begins its march Toward Equinox's summit; A bird note drops direct from heaven Belike a choral plummet: If anybody knows a song He now begins to hum it. The last year's mullein stalks stand stiff In death's unlovely rigor, But 'round their lifeless roots the grass A-starts with greening vigor: The willow fence begins to grow, The oxen's eyes are bigger. I wish I lived where Horace did, Or owned that home of Tully's, That I might see the sun advance Through Anio's gulfs and gullies: But I don't know—we like our place Right here by Uncle Cully's. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS ON BURNING A DULL POEM; WRITTEN IN 1729 by JONATHAN SWIFT LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS A MOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |