IN my hands I have taken the rain that fell,— The drops that are warm as are tears that rain; I have drunk of the draught as a witch's spell For rueful bane, That so my soul in your soul should dwell. I have taken the seed from the granary shed— The seed that scatters like hailstones lost; I have sown in the furrows all hardenéd With morning frost, That so your mouth should not lack for bread. I have taken the grasses and leaves that fade— The leaves and grasses whose life is spent; Of these a smooth high flame have I made And redolent, To cheer your vigil of dawn delayed. With your laughing eyes and your glossy hair, The shame of your face and your mouth's red rim, I have made a bewildering dawn to flare With beams of joy and a harp's loud hymn ... And the day as a hive hums thro' the air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON |