SILVER dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted, O silver, higher than my arms reach you front us with great mass; no flower ever opened so staunch a white leaf, no flower ever parted silver from such rare silver; O white pear, your flower-tufts thick on the branch bring summer and ripe fruits in their purple hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ST. HELENA by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |