When they require gardens in their lives, The thieves have shorn monotonous and gray, A form of nodding colour which revives A house of desolation locked in clay; When they demand another cloud of rain To make the earth unfold the hyacinth, Wistaria vines to cool the throbbing vein, Felicity to fold the labyrinth, They raise their eyes to her whose grace and wit Reanimate the shadows of the room, Her eyes nocturnal beings exquisite With witchery to make the stillness bloom; Dark gypsy lovers bringing haunting fire Whose dancers, mimes and clowns with moons conspire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE KENTUCKY BELLE by CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON FIRST LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |