OF all the woodland flowers of earlier spring, These golden jasmines, each an air-hung bower, Meet for the Queen of Fairies' tiring hour, Seem loveliest and most fair in blossoming; How yonder mock-bird thrills his fervid wing And long, lithe throat, where twinkling flower on flower Rains the globed dewdrops down, a diamond shower, O'er his brown head poised as in act to sing; Lo! the swift sunshine floods the flowery urns, Girding their delicate gold with matchless light, Till the blent life of bough, leaf, blossom, burns; Then, then outbursts the mock-bird clear and loud, Half-drunk with perfume, veiled by radiance bright, A star of music in a fiery cloud! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE THRESHER TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |