White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their tempting shows Of globed and golden fruit, the morning air Smells sweet with ripeness, on the pavement there A wicker basket gapes and led, carved and buttressed; through the wide Arched doorway peals an organ, suddenly -- Crashing, triumphant in its pregnant tide, Quenching the square in vibrant harmony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |