Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOLIDAY, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: About my window in a wreath Last Line: My dreams are drenched with attar of rose. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Country Life; Flowers; Holidays; Nature; Roses | ||||||||
ABOUT my window in a wreath, Pink roses yield their spiced breath, So that I can see and know The very way that roses grow, From the pink shoot upon the stem Unto the fullest diadem. All night the fragrant dew and cool Lies like a little silver pool About the corncrake's feet; he stalks By emerald and by amber walks, And is ensilvered by the moon From his grey head to his grey shoon. The wood-dove croons me into rest; Night has a soft and dreamless breast; The cuckoo hales me wide awake From the far hill, the distant brake, Shouting his cuckoo-call in showers Over my bed as it were flowers. Such quietness on vale and hill, Such skies of rose and daffodil And primrose, and the sleepy folk Wrapped in the silence as a cloak Broidered with roses small and close. My dreams are drenched with attar of rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHISPER OF THE ROSE by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE WISDOM OF THE ROSE by ELSA BARKER LOVE PLANTED A ROSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES ROSES; A VILANELLE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE PAINTER ON SILK by AMY LOWELL VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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