YOUNG leaves grow green on the banyan twigs, And red on the peepul tree, The honey-birds pipe to the budding figs, And honey-blooms call the bee. Poppies squander their fragile gold In the silvery aloe-brake, Coral and ivory lilies unfold Their delicate lives on the lake. Kingfishers ruffle the feathery sedge, And all the vivid air thrills With butterfly-wings in the wild-rose hedge, And the luminous blue of the hills. Kamala tinkles a lingering foot In the grove where temple-bells ring, And Krishna plays on his bamboo flute An idyl of love and spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY CROSS DAY by ROBERT BROWNING THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT THE BROOK: WINTER by LAURA ABELL THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |