Gay is my heart as The blooms in the June light— Sailing apart as Light as a fairy, Dancing and merry; Bright as an airy Sprite of the moonlight; Just a contrary Waif of the noonlight. Over the treetops I drift in an aimless Course where I see tops Gold as the sun is— Red as a flame is, Or a stray one is Tinged with a nameless Hue; and my game is Idle and blameless. Still, though I wander, With nothing to hold me, Hither and yonder, A prize I carry— Fair Nature's dower— And may not tarry Till earth shall enfold me, And into a flower Beautiful mold me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST |