WHEN autumn comes, my orchard trees alone, Shall bear no fruit to deck the reddening year -- When apple gatherers climb the branches sere Only on mine no harvest shall be grown. For when the pearly blossom first was blown, I filled my hands with delicate buds and dear, I dipped them in thine icy waters clear, O well of Art! and turned them all to stone. Therefore, when winter comes, I shall not eat Of mellow apples such as others prize: I shall go hungry in a magic spring! -- All round my head and bright before mine eyes The barren, strange, eternal blossoms meet, While I, not less an-hungered, gaze and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES GREAT THOUGHTS by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |