NOW are the valleys brown 'twixt bluest hills, From the thick branches bursts the leaf to flower, Wild for the Spring-time world to feast their fill Of new life and beauty in the magic hour. Tight buds unswathing on the sap-filled tree, Brown trees and purple on the azure dark, Brown in the heather now the questing bee, Brown to the sapphire heights upsprings the lark. Deep in the valley is an amber gleam, Brown gold the river goes and flecked with foam, Makes a small music now, faint as in dream, And it going to the sea as a child runs home. Over the dim blue hills a wild fire shows Honey of the gorse now and shaken gold, Lambs calling to the sheep and the sheep knows The call of her tender one a few hours old. Now in the shadowy hour the slight trees wear Amber and the russet, and all the browns, Veils of the purple on the hidden hair, And they walking two and two, queens by their gowns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE SEA GYPSY [OR GIPSY] by RICHARD HOVEY WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS LETTY'S GLOBE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE |