My dream of apple-blossoms has come true, And nothing can distort the vision now That half the universe is dipped in blue, And Pan plays dithyrambs on every bough. My dream will linger after meadow, hill, And prairie flaunt their needlepoint array. And long thereafter -- when the apples will Be swept by fierce autumnal winds away. The winds may drive the petals to the street -- And they, like lifeless butterflies, can lie Upon the pavements -- for imprudent feet To trample them; but never will they die In folds of memory ... The dreams they bring This day are dreams of long-enduring spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ORDER FOR A PICTURE by ALICE CARY ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A FAREWELL [TO C.E.G.] by CHARLES KINGSLEY |