Mine eyes are filled today with old amaze At mountains, and at meadows deftly strewn With bits of the gay jewelry of June And of her splendid vesture; and, agaze, I stand where Spring her bright brocade of days Embroidered o'er, and listen to the flow Of sudden runlets -- the faint blasts they blow, Low, on their stony bugles, in still ways. For wonders are at one, confederate yet: Yea, where the wearied year came to a close, An odor reminiscent of the rose; And everywhere her seal has Summer set; And, as of old, in the horizon-sky, The sun can find a lovely place to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK SONG OF SHERWOOD by ALFRED NOYES PATROLING BARNEGAT by WALT WHITMAN TWILIGHT SYMPHONY by LESLIE ANDERSON A PORTRAIT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY TO HIS INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. N. TATE by PHILIP AYRES FRAGMENT (2) by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |