Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those azure Heavens and this green Earth -- I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see. To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass, Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice Of either sun or shade, and both are green -- A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice. The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower So like a little Heaven with one star out; I see an amber lake of Buttercups, And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about. The old Oak tree looks now so green and young, That even Swallows perch awhile and sing: This is that time of year, so sweet and warm, When Bats wait not for Stars ere they take wing. As long as I love Beauty I am young, Am young or old as I love more or less; When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale, My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SONG OF THE SMOKE by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS SACRIFICE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON BEDTIME by FRANCIS ROBERT ST. CLAIR ERSKINE |