Out across the morning The air lies blue and silver Over curving valleys, Cupping seas of mist. Day comes bearing banners Over Mount Ascutney. All the trees are music-reeds To whispers of the wind. Wet leaves of the birches Wink and shimmer, framing Half a thousand Danaes In a rain of gold; Half a thousand birch trunks, Swaying maiden-slender Down a curving mountainside That surges like a wave. Look! -- for it is fleeting. Such a moment settles For a moment only, And is quick to die. Eyes, be bright for beauty; Busy brain, remember Shimmering of silver rain -- Birches in the dawn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |