O keen pellucid air! nothing can lurk Or disavow itself on this bright day; The small rain-plashes shine from far away, The tiny emmet glitters at his work; The bee looks blithe and gay, and as she plies Her task, and moves and sidles round the cup Of this spring flower, to drink its honey up, Her glassy wings, like oars that dip and rise, Gleam momently. Pure-bosomed, clear of fog, The long lake glistens, while the glorious beam Bespangles the wet joints and floating leaves Of water-plants, whose every point receives His light; and jellies of the spawning frog, Unmarked before, like piles of jewels seem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY CORRESPONDENCES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE SUNLIT VALE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |