Quick gleam! that ridest on the gossamer! How oft I see thee, with thy wavering lance, Tilt at the midges in their evening dance, A gentle joust set on by summer air! How oft I watch thee from my garden-chair! And failing that, I search the lawns and bowers, To find thee floating o'er the fruits and flowers, And doing thy sweet work in silence there: Thou art the poet's darling, ever sought In the fair garden or the breezy mead; The wind dismounts thee not; thy buoyant thread Is as the sonnet, poising one bright thought, That moves but does not vanish! borne along Like light, -- a golden drift through all the song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE PROSIT NEUJAHR by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH |