BEHOLD Fiammetta, shown in Vision here. Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands; And as she sways the branches with her hands, Along her arm the sundered blooms fall sheer, In separate petals shed, each like a tear; While from the quivering bough the bird expands His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands Life shaken and shower'd and flown, and Death drawn near. All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air; The angel circling round her aureole Shimmers in flight against the tree's grey bole: While she, with reassuring eyes most fair, A presage and a promise stands; as 'twere On Death's dark storm the rainbow of the Soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR WERENA MY HEART'S LICHT I WAD DEE by GRISELL BAILLIE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX SOUL AND BODY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |