I LOVE the wet-lipped wind that stirs the hedge And kisses the bent flowers that dropped for rain, That stirs the poppy on the sun-burned ledge And like a swan dies singing, without pain. The golden bees go buzzing down to stain The lilies' frills, and the blue harebell rings, And the sweet blackbird in the rainbow sings. Deep in the meadows I would sing a song, The shallow brook my tuning-fork, the birds My masters; and the boughs they hop along Shall mark my time: but there shall be no words For lurking Echo's mock; an angel herds Words that I may not know, within, for you, Words for the faithful meet, the good and true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONG (10) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BEAUREGARD by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |