Cydonian Spring with her attendant train, Maelids and water-girls, Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace, Throughout this sylvan place Spreads the bright tips, And every vine-stock is Clad in new brilliancies. And wild desire Falls like black lightning. O bewildered heart, Though every branch have back what last year lost, She, who moved here amid the cyclamen, Moves only now a clinging tenuous ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SPIRITUAL ISOLATION: A FRAGMENT by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SOLITARY WOODSMAN by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON |