Now frail the flower and strong the weed, The shaggy vine sprawls on the ledge, The spider's rope, the bearded seed Float on still air to strike the hedge. In space, magnetic pull and ray Have made earth stagger and turn back; But here the blue grape points the way A planet keeps its curving track. Not as we bind the stalk and sheaf The abstract tasks of sky are done, Yet at my door the shrivelled leaf Measures the long step of the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREY ROCK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |