LOVE clasps his arms around the awakening bride, Till from the sullen foliage of her heart Passion and thought and hope impulsive start: So April, down this rolling garden-side, Wakes blossom on the rhododendron's crest, -- Volcanic crimson from a burning world, Fire, buried and lost, in maiden foliage furled, Now blazoned to the waters and the West. For, all the smouldering embers of her soul Lay hidden in glossy darkness with no sign, Till Love, onrushing like a storm unseal'd, Scatter'd the bud-sheaths, and the glowing coal, In flames like petals, with a scent of wine, Leapt furious, and the Woman smiled, reveal'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SONNET TO LIBERTY by OSCAR WILDE AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |