Out across the morning The air lies blue and silver Over curving valleys, Cupping seas of mist. Day comes bearing banners Over Mount Ascutney. All the trees are music-reeds To whispers of the wind. Wet leaves of the birches Wink and shimmer, framing Half a thousand Danaes In a rain of gold; Half a thousand birch trunks, Swaying maiden-slender Down a curving mountainside That surges like a wave. Look! -- for it is fleeting. Such a moment settles For a moment only, And is quick to die. Eyes, be bright for beauty; Busy brain, remember Shimmering of silver rain -- Birches in the dawn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |