Forgotten now all things beneath the snow, This is their time of sweet release -- they sleep, Shaping in dreams tomorrow's rose, her leaf; Tomorrow's breathless June. Alone they keep The universal rhythm in their breasts. While I regain the loveliness of earth's Intent, which through the summer's leafage I Had lost; regain the beauty of bare boughs, So satin-smooth, so suave against the sky, So black against the apricot of dusk; Regain the far horizon's rim, its line Of crumpled blue, regain this crystal air That draws an echoed sweetness from all things Around; this healing silence that I share With time; this paradox of frozen sound. Yet even now there is an urge within This fettered world -- a power longing to Be free, to burgeon in an opulence Of bud, of bloom; to match the flash of blue Bird's wing with lupin's hue; to unleash song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 27. LOVE, AND NEVER FEAR by THOMAS CAMPION |