'Was that the wind?' she said And turned her head To where, on a green bank, the primrose flowers Seemed with new beauty suddenly endowed, As though they gazed out of their mortal cloud On things unseen, communing with strange powers. Then upon that green place Fell a new grace, As when a sun-gleam visits a drop of dew, And every drop shines like a mystic gem, Set in the front of morning's diadem, With hues more tender than e'er a diamond knew. And something seemed to pass - As through the grass The presence of the gentlest wind will go - Delicately through her bosom and her hair, Till, with delight, she found herself more fair, And her heart sang, unutterably low. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT CALIFORNIA OF THE SOUTH by GRACE ELLERY CHANNING-STETSON SOME LATE LARK SINGING by BROTHER CLEMENT THE PLURALIST AND OLD SOLDIER by JOHN COLLIER (1708-1786) NOCTURNE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE TEARS OF AMYNTA FOR THE DEATH OF DAMON; A SONG by JOHN DRYDEN |