O valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I stand; It beats about me like waves Of a magical, golden sea The barren heart of the world Alive at the kiss of the sun, The yellow mantle of Summer Flung over a laughing land, Warm with the warmth of her body Sweet with the kiss of her breath O valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O mystical marriage of Earth With the passionate Summer sun! To her lover she holds a cup And the yellow wine o'erflows. He has lighted a little torch And the whole of the world is ablaze. Prodigal wealth of love! Breast high in the blossom I stand. 1909 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FRAILTY OF MAN'S LIFE by PHILIP AYRES NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN |