AMID fresh roses wandering, and the soft And delicate wealth of apple-blossoms spread In tender spirals of blent white and red, Round the fair spaces of our blooming croft, This morn I caught the gurgling note, so oft Heard in the golden spring-tides that are dead, -- The swallow's note, murmuring of winter fled, Dropped silverly from passionless calms aloft: "O heart!" I said, "thy vernal depths unclose, That mirror Nature's; warm airs, come and go Of whispering ardors o'er thought's budded rose, And half-hid flowers of sweet philosophy; While now upglancing, now borne swift and low, Song like the swallow darts through fancy's sky." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 12 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |