UP from, and out of, and over the opulent woods and the plains, Lo! I leap nakedly loose, as the nudest of gods might choose, For to dash me away through the morning dews And the rathe Spring rains -- Pat and pet the little green leaves of the trees and the grass, Till they seem to linger and cling, as I pass, And are touched to delicate contemporaneous tears of the rain and the dew, That lure mine eyes to weeping likewise, and to laughter, too: For I am become as the balmiest, stormiest zephyr of Spring, With manifold beads of the marvelous dew and the rain to string On the bended strands of the blossoms, blown And tossed and tousled and overthrown, And shifted and whirled, and lifted unfurled In the victory of the blossoming Of the flags of the flowery world. Yea, and behold! and a riotous zephyr, at last, I subside; I abate; I pass by; I am past. And the small, hoarse bass of the bumblebee Is my requiem-psalm, And I fling me down to a listless, loitering, long eternity Of amiable calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE GIRL OF ALL PERIODS; AN IDYLL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT |