WE have left behind us The riches of the meadows, and now come To visit the virgin primrose where she dwells, Midst harebells and the wild-wood hyacinths. 'Tis there she keeps her court. Dost see yon bank The sun is kissing? Near -- go near! for there, ('Neath those broad leaves, amidst yon straggling grasses, Immaculate odours from the violet Spring up for ever: Like sweet thoughts that come Wing'd from the maiden fancy, and fly off In music to the skies, and there are lost, These ever-steaming odours seek the sun And fade in the light he scatters. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE MAY CELEBRANTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HEART'S EASE by MATHILDE BLIND NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 15 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |