The world is swimming in the light, Sheer as a bubble green and gold. On the purpureal autumn walls Once more time's rubric is unrolled. As if the voice of the blue sea Sufficed for summer's utmost speech, But now the very hills must help And lift their heart to the lyric reach. Scarlet, diaphanous and glad, The valiant message waves and burns, The elemental cry that lurks Deep as the cold heart of the Norns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |