UPON this day, divinely blest, When thou wert born, as to their guest, Three seasons gave thee of their best. March brought the graceful stir of Spring; April, a tender song to sing; May, the most winsome blossoming; June gave sweet breath, and that pale flush July has deepened in thy blush. Repose came with the August hush. September blent thy glowing hair With glowing temple, as the air Of twilight blendeth dark and fair. October's dower was so rife With treasure, futile further strife, And so November gave thee -- life. So keen and icy was the smart Of Winter (since he had no part In fashioning thy radiant heart), He bade December so to plead For thee, petitioning his need, That the relenting Fates took heed; And though November's thou must be, Yet nearest Winter (they decree) Is set thy gracious ministry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON A PORTRAIT OF WORDSWORTH BY B.R. HAYDON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO THE RIGHT HON! WILLIAM EARL OF DARTMOUTH by PHILLIS WHEATLEY A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS |