A symphony: Murmurs of you And folk-songs chanted in the fields By half-grown girls whose thin, brown arms Weave slumberously the shroud of youth, The creak of harvest vans heavily loaded With fat casks of cool wine and cassocked grain And the sighs of housewives Who plunge plump, red arms in sudsy water Or spank apple-bottomed babies And remember when they, too, were adored As I now adore you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN by WALT WHITMAN AMONG THE MOUNTAINS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE BURIED FLOWER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |