@2I@1N vernal grove a poplar slim Queening it over every tree, Lithest grace in girth and limb, Slender little sovereign she;— A feeble trope, a whilom whim,— No poplar is a peer for thee! Through azure air a soft young cloud, Lit with the sun, and floating free: About her all the heavens are bowed To guard and keep caressingly;— But nay, my lady Gracious-Proud, How shall a cloud compare with thee? On autumn nights the harvest moon Touching with magic land and sea, And in the hearts of men the tune Of far, forgotten minstrelsy;— Though shod with wandering music-shoon, The mellow moon's no match for thee! Sweetheart, no longer I'll essay To seek thy like in cloud or tree That come, and bless, and pass away, Striving forever how to be; For all my guardian-angels say Perfection's perfected in @3thee!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE PLACE OF REMEMBRANCE by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER PSALM 24. DOMINI EST TERRA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AMERICA A PROPHECY by WILLIAM BLAKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |