Dear Nature's love color, as man's is red, -- Flushing the bosom of her swelling plains, Mirrored in all her limpid flowing veins, And on the sweet brows of her hills outspread, -- Your charm to all fair color charms is wed: Royal as purple all your oak-green reigns; Like girlish pink and white your birch-green lanes, And with the sky's true blue your lawns are fed. How does one color body many souls! Young cedar-green laughs happy in the sun; The green of elms a sage discourse outrolls; Of hemlock green are plots and poisons spun; A color drama with one actor this, Weaving an endless metamorphosis. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 8. ON LEAVING HOLLAND by MARK AKENSIDE LINES UNDER THE PICTURE OF MISS BURNS by ROBERT BURNS THE CONSPIRACY OF CHARLES, DUKE OF BYRON by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) |