Quiet your faces; be crossed every thumb; Fix on me deep your eyes; And out of my mind a story shall come, Old, and lovely, and wise. Old as the pebbles that fringe the cold seas, Lovely as apples in rain; Wise as the King who learned of the bees, Then learned of the emmets again. Old as the fruits that in mistletoe shine; Lovely as amber, as snow; Wise as the fool who when care made to pine Cried, Hey and fol lol, lilly lo! Old as the woods rhyming Thomas snuffed sweet, When pillion he rode with the Queen: Lovely as elf-craft; wise as the street Where the roofs of the humble are seen. . . . Ay, there's a stirring, there's wind in the bough; Hearken, a harp I hear ring: Like a river of water my story shall flow Like linnets of silver sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES THE VIADUCT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY INTERESTING by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER LIMERICK by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |