O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather; The Spring comes with a full heart silently, And many thoughts; a faint flash of the sea Divides two mists; straight falls the falling feather. With wild Spring meanings hill and plain together Grow pale, or just flush with a dust of flowers. Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, Floats in the midst, a little cloud at tether. I fain would put my hands about thy face, Thou with thy thoughts, who art another Spring, And draw thee to me like a mournful child. Thou lookest on me from another place; I touch not this day's secret, nor the thing That in the silence makes thy sweet eyes wild. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE THE FOUNTAIN (1) by SARA TEASDALE THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES: 2. JONATHAN TO JOHN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AMOR MUNDI by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IMAGES: 3 by RICHARD ALDINGTON |