LIKE waves that rise and fall, the morning sheen Glows between quivering leaves, which fain would fling Their dust and blight to breezes, murmuring Sweet May-time legends 'mid the sombre green. Alas for wistful eyes, that have not seen The promised loveliness: for changeful Spring Has quickly passed, and summer does but bring Scorched buds and flowers, that tell what might have been. The trees are dark against the tender blue; A deeper shade has bronzed the purple beech, But even yet, the red leaves bud anew: And thus, 'mid barren splendours of July, Fresh, brilliant hopes burst forth in glowing speech, And light some pensive heart before they die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TAM O' SHANTER by ROBERT BURNS SONG (10) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO A REDBREAST, THAT FLEW INTO A HOUSE ... by ELIZABETH BENTLEY |