Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAYFLOWERS, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Where the dwarf pine reddens Last Line: Of the north wind in the pines. Subject(s): Arbutus; Mayflowers | ||||||||
Where the dwarf pine reddens The rocks and soil with its rusted leaves And skeleton cones; And the footstep deadens As it clambers o'er roots and broken stones; While a noise of waves the ear deceives As the sigh of the wind through the foliage heaves, And the restless heart saddens With the surging tones; Where falls no change From the best and brightest of spring tide hours, And the children of Summer their gifts estrange When dashing with flowers Lowland and upland and craggy range. There, where Decay and chilled Life stared together Forlornly round, In an April day of wilful weather, The hidden Spring I found. Ere the Month in bays and hollows Strung with leaves the alder spray, Or with bloom on river-shallows, Dropped the wands of willows gray; Ere her fingers flung the cowslip Golden through the meadow-glade, Or the bloodroot's caps of silver Flickered where her feet had played; Whilst above the bluffs were hiding Sullen brows in slouching snows, Through the leaves my footstep sliding Fell where hers first touched and rose. Underneath the dead pine droppings, Breaking white through mildewed mould, Glimpsed a rosy chain of flowerets, Rosy flowerets fresh and cold: Swept not, but by shadow swaying Of wild branch in windy air, Couched the buds, unguessed and laying Star to star, in darkness there. Eagerly, yet half reluctant, As the daylight lit on them, Of its clinging tufts of odour Quick I stripped the trailing stem; And their lights in cluster blending, Barren sounds and damp decays Sank in sighs of Summer ending And a smell of balmy days. So refreshed and fancy-solaced, Through the Shadow on I past, While Life seemed to beat and kindle In the breath my darlings cast. As I parted from the pine trees, Gathering in as round a grave Mourners close; above their branches, From a glimmering western cave, Sunlight broke into the valley Filling with an instant glow All its basin, from the brook bed To the dark edge touched with snow: And by luring sweet and lustre, Summoned round those buds and me, Red-ribbed leaf and starry cluster, Hurtled the bewildered bee. So, until I found the village, Welcome glimmered in the air, Where, from porch and vine-filled window, Beamed a welcome still more fair: Girlish heads, half-seen and glancing, Peeped althrough the leaf lorn bowers; And the little children, dancing, Clapped their hands and cried Mayflowers! Since I found that buried garland, Fair and fresh and rosy-cold, All has been its life foreshadowed;-- Woods in umbrage banked and rolled, Meadows brimmed with clover, ridges Where through fern the lupine crowds, And upon the sandstone ledges Laurel heaped like sunset clouds. But the wayward mind, regretful, Wanders through that April day, And by fields forever faded Seems to tread a vanished way Till it finds those low lights flushing Through the pine trees' mouldered spines, And hears still the mournful gushing Of the north wind in the pines. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRAILING ARBUTUS by HENRY ABBEY ARBUTUS DAYS by JOHN BURROUGHS TRAILING ARBUTUS by JOHN BURROUGHS THE TRAILING ARBUTUS by ROSE TERRY COOKE ARBUTUS AND SPRING by HELEN M. PARSONS THE TRAILING ARBUTUS by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE TRAILING ARBUTUS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CRICKET by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN A LATTER-DAY SAINT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN A SAMPLE OF COFFEE BEANS by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN |
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