UPON the white and blushing apple-blooms In that old garden where the lovers walk, And on the cold and silent city tombs, Afar from talk, O clean and sweet and healing! On our dust, On good and evil, just men and unjust, Divinely common, sent alike for all, Soft as a blessing, does the sunshine fall. It kisses little children in the street, It lights the eyes of lonely men and sad, It draws new fragrance from the flowers sweet, It soothes the mad: Quiet, life-giving, joyous, good, Warm as the sense of human brotherhood, To which, since Love's new kingdom first began, Nothing is alien that is born of man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS THE POET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MOVE UPWARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |