Distant as a dream's flight, Lay an eerie plain, Where the weary moonlight Swooned into a moan; Wailing after dead seed Came the ghost of rain. There was I, a wild weed, Growing all alone. Like a doubted story, Came the thought of day; God and all His glory Lingered otherwhere, Busy with the spring thrill Many dreams away. Could a little weed's will Fling so far a prayer? Lo, the sudden wonder! (Is a prayer so fleet?) From the desert under, Morning glories grew; Twined me, bound me With caressing feet; Wove song 'round me -- Pink, white, blue! As a fog is rifted By the eager breeze, Darkness broke and lifted, Tossing like a sea! Lo, the dawn was flowering Through the maple trees! Oh, and you were showering Kisses over me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE OLD SERGEANT by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE |