THE sunlight stabs; a thistle plot Gleams in the noontide still and hot. Above the wide and jagged mere Of leaves the stalks are lifting sheer Their heads of purple. Across the foliage iron-gray A bright bird hops and hops away Amid the host without a fear, Blithely, as though no thorn were here— A little goldfinch. He flirts his tail and whirs his wing. Then comes a breeze with gentle swing From blossom-spear to blossom-spear And shakes the shadows far and near; Off darts the goldfinch. I too go onward free of doubt, Behold the bright world round about, And pass through life without a fear As if no thorn could trouble here Our glad existence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER |