THIS air's a lovely thing: it blows Softer than any kisses are; Touches my cheek like a wet rose Drenched in all sweetness, near and far. There's heather in it, miles on miles, Rough sweetness of great seas that break On Achill cliffs and Clew's dear isles; On many a mountain, many a lake! What soft invisible loving clings About my neck and lifts my hair? The Eternal Love in these wild wings Meets me and clasps me everywhere. Thou madest for me this air, this wind, These heavenly sweets for me, for me! That I might live and thrive, O kind! Fed on the very Breath of Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLOWER-GATHERING by ROBERT FROST THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |