FULL summer and at noon ; from a waste bed Convolvulus, musk-mallow, poppies spread The triumph of the sunshine overhead. Blue on refulgent ash-trees lies the heat ; It tingles on the hedge-rows ; the young wheat Sleeps, warm in golden verdure, at my feet. The pale, sweet grasses of the hayfield blink ; The heath-moors, as the bees of honey drink. Suck the deep bosom of the day. To think Of all that beauty by the light defined None shares my vision ! Sharply on my mind Presses the sorrow : fern and flower are blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE A SONNET. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR DIS ALITER VISUM; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS by ROBERT BROWNING COCK UP YOUR BEAVER by ROBERT BURNS ISABEL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |