YE winds, that talk among the pines, In pity whisper soft and low; And from my trailing garden vines, Bear the faint odors as ye go; Take fragrance from the orchard trees, From the meek violet in the dell; Gather the honey that the bees Had left you in the lily's bell; Pass tenderly as lovers pass, Stoop to the clover-blooms your wings, Find out the daisies in the grass, The sweets of all insensate things; With muffled feet, o'er beds of flowers, Go through the valley to the height, Where frowning walls and lofty towers Shut in a weary heart to-night; Go comfort her, who fain would give Her wealth below, her hopes above, For the wild freedom that ye have To kiss the humblest flower ye love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER SONNET ON CATHERINE WORDSWORTH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AIR: 'CAPTAIN JINKS' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |