ON Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The peasant's plot, between the corn-shoots sprung. Over the grey, low wall the olive flung Her deeper greyness ; far off, hill on hill Sloped to the sky, which, pearly-pale and still, Above the large and luminous landscape hung. A snowy blackthorn flowered beyond my reach ; You broke a branch and gave it to me there ; I found for you a scarlet blossom rare. Thereby ran on of Art and Life our speech ; And of the gifts the gods had given to each -- Hope unto you, and unto me Despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY BEFORE DAWN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY LOVE POEMS: 3 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) MATTERHORN QUESTS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |