Let March now blush with blossom brief and white Of Mary-bud upon the hem of snow, Against my cheek make petal-tangled light To stave from Maytime fires my senses slow. Let fritillaries flutter to a bank Tasting new sun against a frame of ice, And venturesome returning groesbecks flank A sodden cloud; let winter's sacrifice Be hesitant, yet let pale April rise Lovely and slowly out of sleep, And let the coldness mirrored in her eyes Turn into silver prelude at my feet, And daffodils and irises, star-flowers, Like candles multiple and burning long Above the grassy ocean of the hours, Placating stormy voices, be upborne. Then let me stand, perpendent in the sun, Rooted in snow, my fingers dripping fire, And feel the lightning quiver in my bone And hear the crashing thunder of desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 8. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY by JOHN MILTON OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE PROFESSION OF FLATTERY by ANTIPHANES WHAT THE MOON KNOWS by RICHARD BEHM |