THERE is a music of immaculate love, That beats within the virgin veins of Spring, -- And trillium blossoms, like the stars that cling To fairies' wands; and, strung on sprays above, White-hearts and mandrake blooms -- that look enough Like the elves' washing -- white with laundering Of May-moon dews; and all pale-opening Wild-flowers of the woods are born thereof. There is no sod Spring's white foot brushes but Must feel the music that vibrates within, And thrill to the communicated touch Responsive harmonies, that must unshut The heart of Beauty for Song's concrete kin, Emotions -- that are flowers -- born of such. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE ON PASSING THE NEW MENIN GATE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG VERSES TO AN INFANT by BERNARD BARTON |