Since May all aflower calls us forth to the fields, Come! Tire not! Taste the joy that it yields! The meadows, the forests, the deep woodland's shading; The still, slumb'ring ponds with the moonlight invading; The paths that leave off where the highways commence; The air, and the spring, the horizon, immense— The horizon, the glad humble world presses nigh As a lip to the hem of the robe of the sky. Come! May the glance of each flickering star Through so many veils peering down from afar, May the tree with its message of fragrance and tune, May the fiery breath of the meadows at noon, And the sun and the shadow, the growth and the shower, And all nature's radiance here and above, Bring to full blossom the sweet two-fold flower, Thy brow in its beauty, thy heart in its love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS WINTER: EAST ANGLIA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SOUNDS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DOVECOTT MILL: 3. THE MILL by PHOEBE CARY THE CONVERT by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON |