I FOUND a yellow flower in the grass, A tiny flower with petals like a bell, And yet, methought, more than a flower it was, -- More like a miracle. Above, the sky was clear, save where at times Soft-tinted fleeces drifted dreamily, Bearing a benison to sunny climes From altars of the sea. In vestments green the pines about me gleamed Like priests that tend the sacrificial fire; And the faint-lowing cattle almost seemed Some far intoning choir. It was a place and an occasion meet For some high, solemn wonder to befall; And, when I saw the flower at my feet, I understood it all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI VENDEMIAIRE by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |