The day came slow, till five o'clock, Then sprang before the hills Like hindered rubies, or the light A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east, The sunrise shook from fold, Like breadths of topaz, packed a night, The lady just unrolled. The happy winds their timbrels took; The birds, in docile rows, Arranged themselves around their prince (The wind is prince of those). The orchard sparkled like a Jew, -- How mighty 't was, to stay A guest in this stupendous place, The parlor of the day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES QUATORZAINS: 1. TO PERFUME by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FIRST MATERNITY by KATHARINE BROWN BURT THE REFORMER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: TO SIR THOMAS MOUNSON, KNIGHT AND BARONET by THOMAS CAMPION |