Fountains that frisk and sprinkle The moss they overspill; Pools that the breezes crinkle; The wheel beside the mill, With its wet, weedy frill; Wind-shadows in the wheat; A water-cart in the street; The fringe of foam that girds An islet's ferneries; A green sky's minor thirds -- To live, I think of these! Of life and glass the tinkle, Pellucid, silver-shrill; Peaches without a wrinkle; Cherries and snow at will, From china bowls that fill The senses with a sweet Incurious of heat; A melon's dripping sherds; Cream-clotted strawberries; Dusk dairies set with curds -- To live, I think of these! Vale-lily and periwinkle; Wet stone-crop on the sill; The look of leaves a-twinkle With windlets clear and still; The feel of a forest rill That wimples fresh and fleet About one's naked feet; The muzzles of shrinking herds; Lush flags and bulrushes; The chirp of rain-bound birds -- To live, I think of these! Envoy Dark isles, new packs of cards, Mermaids' tails, cool swards, Dawn dews and starlit seas, White marbles, whiter words -- To live, I think of these! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 1. THE HAPPENING by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS ON THE PICTURE OF LUCRETIA STABBING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES |