THOUGHT is fragrant like shining grass; It makes for our spirits a lovely mead; As animals taste the grass in shadow On pensive lawns, our spirits feed. There are seasons when thought lies hidden and cold, As in winter the grass lies under the snow; But the springtime of thought is unforeseen, For our fitful need it seems to grow. Thought is most often like shining grass; -- But thought has a varied form and way; It is like the round leaf of a violet, Or the feathery line of a fir-tree spray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS SONNET TO MASTER GABRIELL HARVEY, DOCTOR OF LAWES by EDMUND SPENSER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN |