I BRING a message from the stream To fan the burning cheeks of town, From morning's tower Of pearl and rose I bring this cup of crystal down, With brimming dews agleam, And from my lady's garden close I bring this flower. O walk with me, ye jaded brows, And I will sing the song I found Making a lonely rippling sound Under the boughs. The tinkle of the brook is there, And cow-bells wandering through the fern, And silver calls From waterfalls, And echoes floating through the air From happiness I know not where, And hum and drone where'er I turn Of little lives that buzz and die; And sudden lucent melodies, Like hidden strings among the trees Roofing the summer sky. The soft breath of the briar I bring, And wafted scents of mint and clover, Rain-distilled balms the hill-winds fling, Sweet-thoughted as a lover; Incense from lilied urns a-swaying, And the green smell of grass Where men are haying. As through the streets I pass, With their shrill clatter, This largesse from the hills and streams, This quietude of flowers and dreams, Round me I scatter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALAS! POOR QUEEN by MARION ANGUS TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX ANNIVERS: BAPTISMI by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WHY TELL? by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB SPEAK OF THE NORTH by CHARLOTTE BRONTE THE SIX-O'CLOCK RUSH by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY FROM MY MUCH HONORED FRIEND AT HELDELVILLE by PATRICK DELANY |