When mild September breezes blow Their whispered measures, sweet and low, Then back and forth, and to and fro, So gay and free, By thousands down along the bay, The wild sunflowers nod and sway In ecstasy. Like elfin maidens, small and fair, With waving arms and tossing hair, In fairy revels dancing there In green and gold, They bob and bend with airy grace; Each happy, roguish, little face So sweetly bold. Or with their slender arms enlaced Around a sister-fairy's waist, And tiny feet securely placed, They smoothly go Through stately measures all unknown Except to winds and elves alone; Sedate and slow. And when upon a stilly day, The tuneful winds run off to play Their music in some other bay An hour or two; Each flower-maiden smooths her dress And waits in primmest loveliness To smile at you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE |