Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NATURALIST'S GRIEVANCE, by MARCUS S. C. RICKARDS First Line: Flames there are that sink and chill Last Line: Charming every rapt spectator! Subject(s): Beauty; Muses; Nature; Summer | ||||||||
FLAMES there are that sink and chill; Some with years wax hotter still: In my bosom blaze fierce hates, That no lapse of time abates: Foes I have, and would ye know them? Sweep you landscape while I show them. Once a breezy down was here; Once green meadows smiled each year; Sylvan solitudes once rang With the music fairies sang; Sun-gilt groves and lovely places Wooed the Muses and the Graces. Mark the change! the waste and wreck, At some sordid builders' beck; Who, I ask not, lest they win Grace, if they bewail the sin; Cursed ruin! frown, and harden This soft heart that else might pardon. Yester morn, a perfumed maze, Beauty's arbour, chained my gaze, Haunted by sweet wealth of Spring, Golden plume and damask wing: Hedgers came, and tangle cherished Yielded to the hook and perished. Bygone summers robed fair trees Shimmering to sun and breeze: Woodmen felled them, and few guests, Once their glory, weave new nests Nigh you fields, for ruthless farmers Shoot and trap my airy charmers. Perish all whose fell design Offers Nature at Art's shrine; Clips the brier, trains the rose; Turns wild poetry to prose; Robs sweet earth to swell the ledger: Woe to builder, woodman, hedger! Sevenfold woe to all that spoil Fresh young hearts by graceless toil; Stifle impulse, quench desire, Till soft natural charms expire; Bury 'neath hard piles of learning Sparkling wit, and keen discerning! Builders! mar no fertile brain, Lest dark loss o'erbalance gain: Mansions for new inmates cost High, when native power is lost: Like yon view with scarce a warning Nature doffs her rich adorning. Trainers! keep the loving glance Born of heart luxuriance; Cherish rapture, throb and thrill; Crush not quite the wayward will: Tendrils creeping, clinging, twining, Claim free play, nor brook confining. Guardians! foster all with wings, Fancies, dreams, imaginings: Nature oft to airy flights Marries music that delights, Steeping all in tuneful glory Like yon scene's unruined story. So may Zephyr, Storm, and Shine -- All that figures Grace Divine -- Play in ministry of Health, O'er the virgin heart's fair wealth, Fresh as from its pure Creator, Charming every rapt spectator! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL ODE TO THE END OF SUMMER by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A DREAM OF PERFECTION by MARCUS S. C. RICKARDS |
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