White narcissus in a vase Quietly pervades the room, Takes possession of a place, Utters syllables of bloom, Sifts a flower-scented grace Sweetly, subtly, into space, Weaves a song upon the loom Of the firelight and the gloom. White narcissus in a bowl Fits the music to the mood, Quite serenely takes control, Hushes care's insistent brood, Makes the wounded spirit whole, Feeds the hunger of the soul On the satisfying food Of a tranquil interlude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT ONE TO SPARE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |