@3Largius hic campos aether, et lumine vestit Purpureo, solemque suum, sua sidera norunt.@1 OH, THE fields aflame with poppies, Buttercups and columbine! Oh, the haze on glade and coppice, Haunt of clematis and vine! Slopes of green and skies propitious, And the air a draft delicious, One ethereal anodyne. Oh, the sweet acacia flinging Golden tassels to the breeze; And the wild canaries singing In and out the almond trees! Spires of apricot and cherry— Lanes of lilies—and the merry Meadowlark upon the leas! Oh, the purpling hills, the mountains, Towns that hallow bight and bay, Creeks and canyons, vales and fountains— But to tell them is to pray!— For their names fulfill the chorus Of a thousand saints that o'er us Swing their censers, night and day. Oh, the sun, his chariot turning, Hither wheels precipitate, Royal bannered, westward—burning, Glorifies the Golden Gate!— Sinks behind the Farallones, Where his trans-Elysian throne is, Where he keeps nocturnal state. Lo, the stars—a purer argent— Furrow fields—a deeper blue! And the city from the margent Of the ocean leaps in view, Climbs the hills of heaven untiring— Lilies, poppies, flushing, firing All the West with bloom anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES; THE 10TH SATIRE OF JUVENAL, IMITATED by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SPRING'S IMMORTALITY by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL O FOR A SOUL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 101. AGE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |